"Some," Brenna replied, tilting her head to get a better view of the piece his was working on. She'd never taken a class in the subject but knew what she liked. And it wasn't the cheap watercolor copies that hung on the walls of her former workplace. "Depends on the type. This I like, though," the Irish woman added with a little smile.
Her eyes shifted back to him and squinted hard as she swore she saw... something around him. A dark, storm cloud or aura. Something dark about his shoulders, like a cloak of made of the night sky. Or... feathers? It fades as quickly as it had come and Brenna was left with the same feeling she'd gotten when she met Adam and Kane. Familiarity.
"A rather peculiar studio you have set up for yourself, however, if you don't mind my saying so," she finally spoke again when the vision had dissipated entirely.