He nodded as she spoke those words etched within her soul, of her child's place. He made no further remark as to art or creation, as she seemed to grasp his intention. They watched one another for a long moments time, as if seeking out the heart of the others' conviction. Johus showed no remorse, or even awareness of his effect on others when he stared at them; quite the contrary, as he seemed to take some personal delight at that magnetic pull. There was a moment before she looked away, when she could feel something resonate within him, something foreign and strange, rarely would it have been felt before. As if her mind was the shore, and his gaze the ever changing tides wearing away the sand until nothing of it remained, save more ocean. Then it would be gone again, the strange, unsettling feeling vanishing the second she looked away from that vision, as if it were just a trick of the mind brought on by hormones and over work. In retrospect she might recall that he rarely seemed to blink, though in the moments she directly looked on him, nothing would appear out of place.<br/><br/>He definitely seemed bemused by her question, and he let forth a low chuckle that seemed to reverberate within his chest, giving it a pleasant tenor. He shook his head and said only in reply, "Not an author no, but perhaps something like it, perhaps when you are not otherwise indisposed, we can talk of my artistry, and what it is."<br/><br/>He rose up from his seat and returned the chair to the proper location, then the gentleman took up his silver topped cane and checked his clothes once again. Carefully he set right every line of his garment until it was flawless to look at, then he donned his customary grin, both pleasant and predatory, and nodded to the other customers therein.<br/><br/>"Good Day" Was his remark as he moved through the shop the door, pausing only to glance at his now engaged companion, and offered her a bow as well performed as she would find outside of a nobles court. Then he was gone as he came, with a slight clatter of bells as the door moved past, and then he was off and perhaps forgotten, though he would not mind that. In truth the girl had provided wonderful analogies, and gifted him with new insights into the human soul... whatever might come to pass, he would not soon forget that woman, not that he could forget anything, for that matter.