Douglas turned around.  Knowing his accent could confuse some folks and given that she had a strong accent different from his own, he figured that he should at least attempt at get it sorted out.  With the pallet in one hand and his brush in the other, he faced her.

"Yu said yu were nae a lass.  That would mean yu are the opposite, a lad.  A mon."  He tried to clarify it.  "Though I dae believe yu are a lass or as it is more common said in this area, a young lady."  He shrugged.  "It makes nae difference tae me, yu 'ave an interesting face now that yu are up close.  Yu should 'ave someone draw or paint it.  Me or nae me."

He turned back toward his canvas.  "If yu ever wish a few names of those that dae portraits, I know a few besides myself.  I dinna live here, but will be here for a few weeks, at least.  If yu would like tae commission me at some point, that is."  He didn't mind either way about that either.  He became more focused on the shape of the ruins and less on the woman behind him.