Her eyes lit up, her interest piqued. "Oh, absolutely, Mr. Lehnsherr," she said with a nod. "That won't be a problem." Regan already had a solid foundation for Pietro's visions, had a good image of his sister and his wife to work off of. The possibilities were endless, and she'd been itching to exercise her creativity. Ideas dark and twisted as a wreath of thorns and crimson roses were already whirling around her head. Regan crossed one leg over the other. "Any requests?" she asked curiously, lacing her fingers over her knee.