No one asks me to do artwork, my lady. [ Oh dear, he's in full-on pretentious fop mode now. He's telling the truth, though: no one likes his art enough to ask for it. ] The purpose of art is to capture the beautiful moments of life - to share the deepest truths of the world with others.

As for what I mean to do with it... [ He shrugs. ] Keep it, I suppose? I've never given a thought to selling my work. It's not as if I need the money.

[ Back home, he doesn't, anyway. It's just now occurring to him that that isn't really the case here, and he looks a little troubled suddenly by the thought. ]