"Anyone who puts so much thought into their appearance is an artist in one form or another. No one creates a look like that by chance. It's purposeful," nodded Jacoby, the noble sage.
He tilted his head further, looking at her sketches upside down. They were no more than rough outlines, but they were good. Distinct and creative, rather like his own work.
Jacoby's mouth formed a little o at her question, then retreated into a smile. That had to be a trick. How could a goth in this part of London not know who he was?! She had to be toying with him, she just had to be.
"I assume you've heard of Rapturatra? That's my band. I'm an artist, but my canvas is different to yours. My art is for both the eyes and ears."