Steven really wasn't sure exactly where to step, or sit for that matter, but he watched Mr. Stark carefully before taking a seat. He was quite certain he'd said something wrong there. Perhaps he'd misunderstood. "They flickered? Just then. Like candle light for a moment. I wasn't sure..." He trailed off, a bit flustered.
"Ah, I'm an- well I draw," he said, patting his book which he'd been carrying carefully tucked under his arm, amending his statement before he called himself an artist in a place like this. These sorts of people knew real art, and Steven knew better than to count himself among them.