The man peers over from the corner of the canvas, "Ah..Uh..Hmm."<br/><br/>He puts his paintbrush up to his chin in thought, accidentily giving himself a little painted gotee on an otherwise clean-shaved face. He squints, then puts the brush down, hurrying over to her. The artist nearly grabs at one of her legs, then hesitates. "Uh..If I may, milady?" He asked, falling into a deep bow.