"Michaelangelo," she said with approval. "Why him?"
Alfie, who quite liked the stars and was sticking with them, motioned toward the sitting room just off the main living room, where the painting Tristan had painted on family was displayed. "One of his paintings is through there. You may feel free to take a look, if you're not worried about me running the stars." She was smiling when she said it, because this had turned out to be very enjoyable.