He laughed at the estimate, a flicker of a sincere smile before he murmured very dryly: "Well I do live for people to think well of me." Was gentle sarcasm, and then he murmured: "Art museums are too often a stopover for tourists. Really, they should be kept to certain high traffic areas and cordoned off from cluttering the more serious rooms." Still kidding, although it was hard to tell.
"Modern art and performance art largely escapes me." He admitted. "I'm willing to look at it, but really - if I wanted an urinal, I'm sure I could pull my own out of the wall somewhere." A loose ripple of his shoulder. "I am, however, more fond of quiet art. Serenity in art, since I have so little of it in my life."