Tristan had been aware of the fact that the man was Scottish from the moment he opened his mouth, but he had had a number of fellow students from the Highlands when he studied in Edinburgh, and so he could follow quite well.

He thought for a moment. He didn't like the idea of having to sit still for a portrait outside in a park, where everyone could see. Having his portrait taken felt pretentious, and it would feel rather embarrassing in a public place. Inside seemed more formal anyway.

"Perhaps in my study... My home is not far, just up in Flowergate." The study would be better than the drawing room, for the latter was still rather empty, lacking a feminine touch, as some would call it. He was a practical man and didn't like clutter, was what he would call it. His mother might criticize it though. The study was better, and all the books would make it look more serious too. "You'd have to see if the lighting is good enough there. Alternatively, we could use the office."