The man before him instantly looked elated.  "Oh you speak French!" He instantly said in French and smiled.  Darius had loved learning that language,  it was the tongue of beauty, romance, and artists.

He placed a hand on his chest and struck out the other to shake Chéri's hand. "I'm Darius, and you are breathtaking-beautiful... I want to paint you!"

While he would think anyone would love to be a model,  it didn't hurt to sweeten the deal. He glanced towards the window they had been looking at and gestured towards it. "I can buy you something, but you must let me paint." He held up his hands innocently. "Just to paint. I'm beyond a man. I'm an artist."
He was not beyond anyone, but he could promise this new muse their safety.