Fabian smiled, easily catching the artistic pride in the boy's voice and expression. Everyone should feel pride for their work now and then. He nodded again, glancing back at the piece of art. "It reminds me of fire or maybe the sun," he said with a little laugh. "It could always be worse? I wouldn't want to be reminded of death, you know? But I guess some people go for that, too, huh?" He let out a happy little sigh. "To each their own, I'd say."
Stepping toward the young man, he extended his hand. "Fabian."