Well, apparently she did want to paint it now. Dietre ran his fingers through his hair hoping he looked decent enough, though Aurora hadn't complained or anything so he supposed she didn't mind.
"So I just..sit?" He lowered himself into a chair as he spoke, not sure if he should put his glass down or hold on to it so his movements to drink it wouldn't interrupt as much. Sitting for a portrait wasn't like posing for a camera (when he was very young he had been to a photo shoot with his mother, it was such a chaotic thing, and there had been so many people, it was horrible, but his mother loved it.)
Aurora's expectant glances made him feel that he should be doing more than just sitting, his anxiousness slipping through the mask of his face with a furrowed brow.