Douglas listened intently, as he was honestly curious about the doctor's practice.  "Per'aps this project we are working on will 'elp you with establishing yur name.  Though with the poorer areas might not help you with the 'obnobs."  He admitted with a wince.  "I 'ave asked yu something that might nae 'elp yu in the long way."

Thinking further, he thought of what the doctor said about his father's wishes.  "I was lucky that my father wanted me to follow my dreams once it was discovered that I enjoyed drawing.  He encouraged me and 'elped me dae sae.  Nae all 'ave that kind of support.  Some of the artists that were apprenticing at the same as I was were low on funds and had to work more for a wage while working with the Masters."  He frowned.  "One of the reasons I dae as much as I can for the schools and arts and families that dinna 'ave the means."  He admitted.  He kept his efforts very quiet but often sponsored poor artists that he had seen had talent and an interest in the arts.

He might come across as a lazy careless course kind of man, but he actually was very sentimental and sensitive.  He hid it, and stayed aloof, as he had been hurt emotionally and after his work with the military and didn't want to have it happen again.  Well, that and not wanting people to see that darkness that takes hold within him every so often.