He walked over to the bookshelf and very delicately touched the edges of the canvas, careful not to make contact with the paint itself even though he was sure it was dry. His nose could pick up every nuance in the oily pigmentation, even the chemicals the canvas itself had been treated with.
Arkady's eyes stared at it for a long moment, taking in every detail. He knew Adair so intimately, so many shades of her, and yet Lettie had somehow captured every one in bold strokes and jewel toned paint.
"I would agree with you there," he said quietly. "Adair will love it, Lettie. It's extremely personal. I believe you captured her very nature."
He hesitated, then a hint of a rue smile touched his lips. "I should think I'd be afraid to see how you'd paint me, which colors you'd use. I don't think it would be nearly as flattering as hers."