Kiri turned the preview screen over to Patrick. In the small display was a Talia, caught in all of her pensive, quiet aura within the digital pixels. The lights, filtered from the window of the limo, made her already cream-colored skin glow with an ethereal effect. Her mouth parted a little in surprise and her eyes widened just slightly. "Mm. Looks quite nice, wouldn't you say?"<br/><br/>She turned the camera to him now and snapped a picture. Glancing down at the window, she smiled again. Ever since the first time she had caught Patrick through her lenses, she had never failed to be startled by his presence on the film. It was something that should have worn off long ago, as it had done for all of her other models, but him, it had never fade. She glanced at him again before turning her attention back to the picture. What the night light did to Talia's skin did the same to his hair, catching the highlights and giving him almost a halo about his head.<em>Though he's anything but an angel.</em>She smirked a little at the thought.<br/><br/>"I would have taken Talia on even without her financial backings. That is just a plus." She raised her gaze again. "You'll see why once you've seen her work. And," She laughed, "putting pieces together is part of the job description, Patrick."<br/><br/>Turning off the camera and capping the lenses again, she returned it to its bag before zipping it up again. She cocked her head at Talia. "Have you consider moving your showroom? It might be less troublesome for you than to have a bunch of people storming all over your home at all hours of the day."<br/><br/>