Well, the man knew his artists, that was for sure. He knew them maybe even a little better than she did, which put her to shame, somewhat. Or it would have, if she'd had any pride for her knowledge of the theories of art, but she disliked reading so much that such things were frequently set aside as 'useless'.
Tracey watched him select a book from the shelf and open it to... perhaps not the page he would have wanted. Percy's reaction to the nudity was too much, and Tracey ended up giggling behind her hand. This man was almost definitely still a virgin. What was he, thirty?
"I understand. That would certainly have people talking at dinner parties." She couldn't help it! It was almost too easy. Still the smile had to fade eventually, so Tracey moved on. "Do you paint, yourself? Or does time not permit?"