"I shall treasure it," Klaus promised honestly again, flipping through the book to take in the details of her work and the skill. One could always grow decent enough at art with enough practice, but those with innate skill to be honed were always something beautifully impressive in their own right.
"I've spent meany a year over the centuries on various styles of painting myself. A century or so with oil paints, a couple of decades on watercolors..." He smiled winningly at her. "I'd offer lessons, but I don't believe you'd be in need of them, my dear."