Once the e-mail was sent, Eos felt like her duty to the other gods was taken care of in regards to Dietre. Now she could have fun with him. It was only fair, and she hadn't had a possible candidate to paint outside of class in forever.
Okay, maybe not forever, but it felt like a long time. And that last mortal hadn't held a candle to Dietre. As an artist, she was rather excited to get started.
Popping open a box of her paints, she picked up a pencil and shifted over to a blank canvas. Sticking the pencil behind her ear, she beamed at him.
"Thank you so much! This is...exciting... I usually only paint..." she motioned vaguely to a piece hanging on the wall, "But I think I'm going to use the same color palette for you." Eos pulled out a chair for him to sit in, "Sit down and relax. I'll do the rest!"
The goddess scurried back to her canvas, plucking her pencil away from her ear and glancing at Dietre expectantly.