No, he didn't like it. Something about the feel of it. He liked complete serenity in his artwork - a twitch of his lips down, and then an honest frown. He wasn't fond. His eyes flicked to the side - taking in those around him. He'd have to inquire after the price. It had made him wonder - even if he didn't like it. Worse comes to worse he could keep it locked away somewhere.
There was something about having something, truly having it.
He'd decided. A little snap of his fingers and he went to sit on the edge of the nearest bench; keeping half an eye on the man he'd spotted watching him. Paranoia was a boon in his position.