He couldn't help admiring her elasticity. He wondered if she had had some training as gymnast or dancer when she was younger. That kinda brought her even closer to him - he loved surrounding himself with artists of any speciality. A person enthusiastic about his or her work was an artist, in his own eye.
"You make a great model. Maybe I could paint you later... if you want." He took the pad away and crossed one leg over the other, supporting his arm, which in turn supported his head, as he observed her intently. "Do you know that beauty is in the eye of the beholder? Well... my eyes are full of beauty now." He waited patiently then, feeling she had something to say.
"You make a great model. Maybe I could paint you later... if you want." He took the pad away and crossed one leg over the other, supporting his arm, which in turn supported his head, as he observed her intently. "Do you know that beauty is in the eye of the beholder? Well... my eyes are full of beauty now." He waited patiently then, feeling she had something to say.