Darius shrugged as he walked in with her. "I don't think they'll ask. If they care, they would prefer to whisper rumors. No one usually speaks to me." He glanced at her as he lead the way upstairs towards his room. "Well, I admit a greedy thrill that you are mine alone to paint. Everyone else can just be envious of the chance I had that they missed. A hundred years from now your portrait will still be proudly displayed only hinting at your beauty." He grinned at the idea of creating a famous work that captured the eyes and imaginations of others.