"Yea, I always hate that shit, but fine take it from a non-artist, that shit's fucking amazing," He shrugged and then smirked at her blushing. Not just because she blushed, but because he knew it meant she liked it but was embarrassed to like it. When she called him good looking, that did surprise him a bit. Well, no, no it didn't.
He shrugged, "I worked hard for this physique, it's my glory, my pride and joy, but you should definitely not sell yourself short. I definitely have taken plenty of looks when you weren't looking, and when you want to talk about an appreciative eye? Well you are definitely a work of art."
He chuckled, and winked, then pushed up making his way towards her seat, moving to sit next to her, lifting a hand up to grab her chin and pull her face towards him, "You really need to stop being so scared of feeling things, you know that. Being attracted to people is natural, so natural in fact you could argue it's really our only purpose on this planet."
He shrugged, "You're hot, embrace it... no one around here to judge, and I'm your slave. I can't betray your trust or you'll whip me."