"No?" That was an interesting thought. He'd heard people saying that they'd rather refer to this as surviving than living. It was strange to think of it the opposite way. "Why not?"
He saw a sweet expression on her face and quirked a smirk. It had been a long time since he had made someone smile for real. All he'd done in recent history was make people miserable; George, Danny, Leah… to have someone actually smile and to be the cause of it? It was certainly a nice change.
His smile grew a little bit more at the thought.
She started talking again and he looked up at her, appreciation on his face. So few people understood or agreed with anything he said; he almost didn't know how to react. But he did. "Exactly. If you mix the two, one becomes more of an obligation than a passion and you risk losing your passion. I don't know what I'd be without my passion for art," he half-smiled.
He heard her say his name and he arched an eyebrow in expectation. But then she finally finished her thought and his eyebrow lowered, his smile softened and he ducked his head, then peered up at her from under his lashes.
"Thank you, Eloise. I think you're quite decent, too."
Decent enough, he decided, that maybe visits like this could be more frequent.