Darius waved him off with an attempt at a charming smile, which was more of an awkward grin than anything. "That isn't the problem. I saw you with my artistic vision the moment I saw you on the street. It is just bringing it to life. " He was quiet for a moment as his hand moved across the canvas out of sight and he looked around towards Calliope. "What? Of course there is dancing here. Just not in tiny fishing villages. People are more alert for the exciting, beautiful stuff in bigger cities and beautiful countries like France. It could change, there are more rich people here than there used to be. Most of the people wouldn't care but the ones with any sophistication and can spare the money and time to see it would love it." He had no idea if the English were more bigoted, and it was from Calliope, not that he'd dare say maybe it was just a case of both sides insulting the other. He honestly didn't know.

He shook his head. "I mean.. approval to dance, but I do hope you approve of my painting. I mean, you agreed to let me paint you to begin with." The long haired man spoke, the clearing of his throat expression his embarrassment. " Ah.. but.. when the painting is completely finished in a few days, perhaps. I can always buy you the clothes you need. But then you would owe me another painting..' He said laughing slightly.