Evalynn was impressed. She poked idly at the tray of treats, thoughtfully.. As if each sugary delectable was a response to this rather odd conversation. Her clean fingers passed over each treat noting the texture beneath her finger. Deciding she hadn't a taste for the sweets anymore she merely ran her finger around the rim of the tray idly. Surely, this woman could sit still. It was no wonder she complained about the constant activities of the child in her womb afterall, Eva couldn't even remain still for too long herself.<br/><br/>Azure traveled over his form, taking in his attire slowly. An eyebrow rose over half lidded eyes as her gaze slid to his face once more. "Everyone can be defined by their work. Perhaps, not as truly and honestly as Artist. But, art is such a broad genre. I myself can regard just about anything to be "Art". Why, life itself could be considered "Art".  So, in my opinion a man can never escape art for he constantly creates it. Though, it may not be viewed well by the audience.." She smiled at that, knowing her choices were defiantly not something that Ari had viewed as brillant art. Perplexed about the rather deep conversation she was having with a stranger over tea she felt curiosity bubble, "Would you not say man himself is a work of art? Being so, as a masterpiece he can not create anything but art.. as he is art." A giggle rose from her slender throat, "Oh, the circles conversation can go."<br/><br/>With that she said she regarded him, rather intrigued, rather curious. Her eyes seemed to bore into him, always the business woman she pondered his puzzles, his aim. "What is it that you seek then, stranger?" she inquired lightly willing to be surprised by his answer.