Again Theo looked thoughtfully at Draco, trying to discern whether or not the boy boy meant what he'd said and came up with the surprising conclusion that Draco probably really hoped everything would turn out fine for him. Now if this wasn't an afternoon of surprises, Theo thought quietly then perked up when Draco said the magic words. 'Paint me.'
His lips curved into a predatory smile. "Let me paint you know. Looking so thoroughly fucked." Theo grinned though the admiration his inner aesthetic had wasn't hidden. "You're expressive. Not just some pretty, vacant shell. That's boring." That's what most girls were. Painting themselves and thinking that gave them depth. The artist in Theo scoffed derisively before the Slytherin found himself laughing again.
"And you're right. I would have told you, you're just showing off." He said, referring to the mind-numbing 'wow'-experience. "Now I know better." And would be back for more.