He grabs her hand, despserately looking into her eyes. "Those fine features of your face- Radiant blue eyes, silky black hair, the curves, the complexion, the beauty!"<br/><br/>"I<em>must</em>have you on my canvas!" He said, fumbling through his pockets, "Oh, what amount of treasures could I ever offer to have your company for an hour or two? You have brought strength to my weakened painter's arm! Your every feature shines and beckons to be painted, milady!"<br/><br/>He dug into the pocket of his thick winter parka, producing a handful of gold and putting it into her palm, closing his fingers around it and smiling.