"I think you don't give yourself enough credit," she said, a touch of sternness to her voice. She said nothing further on the subject of her art, however; little did he know she'd painted him--or tried--a thousand times in a thousand ways, and ended up dissatisfied with each and every finished product.
"You're not some one dimensional puppet construct," she continued dryly. "You've been kind to me, and to all of us, haven't you? Given us a home? I fail to see what's unflattering in that. Yes, I realize there are other things...less pleasant things, perhaps...but they're not what's relevant to us."