Susan looked down, clearing her throat. The grin on her lips grew with his flattering comment, the color in her cheeks only increasing. "Actually.." She blinked a few times and looked back at the painting. "It's normally rather dreary." A slight shrug of her shoulders and she looked over at him, finally noticing the paint on his forehead. "You've got a little.. paint.." She pointed to her own forehead. "Just there." She laughed lightly.