Brenna's smirk spread, her eyes fluttering with impish delight. "You have paintings of me in your studio?" she asked, voice lilting; her amusement at the idea crystal clear. "As in the studio back at your apartment?" Subtle, while it had it's place, wasn't something she appreciated in a man. Or woman, for that matter, though it hardly mattered in this case.
Long nails tapped against the top of the table as she flipped through the pages of his sketchbook, looking for more pictures of herself and chuckling each time her search was fruitful. Were it not for the month she'd had, Brenna would have never believed this - that a man she'd never met had seen her in his dreams and then sketched the images out in such clarity. "You said it was in the Plaka? I'm headed back that way myself."