Who asked you to do such a thing? Just what do you plan to do with it when you are finished?

[Just what she needed, some fanciful artist. But it wasn't as if she hadn't sat for a portrait painting before at the behest of her father, though it had been quite some years since she'd been bothered to do so. Olivier had no use for such things, it was vanity and a mear waste of space and time. There would surely be no room for such a waste of space among the barren halls of her dwelling.]