Luc, being so unsure as to what he was looking for, had turned back to the painting he'd just been looking at - so it caught him slightly off guard when a male voice addressed him. But his usual charismatic smile took over quickly as he turned to the stranger.
"So far, yes. I'd have to say I am," was his easy reply, one eybrow arching slightly as his let himself take in what the other man looked like. Not bad, really. Not necessarily his usual type though, but not bad; Luc was very picky about guys he found attractive. And it always took way more than just how they looked.
Of course, he had no idea he was looking in the face of the artist - the particular flyer he had gotten his hands on had a few examples of his artwork on it, but no photograph of Joaquin himself, much to Luc's dismay; he hated going into situations like this not knowing who was in charge so he could walk into the conversation with his A-game. But, since this was the first person he'd spoken to (aside from the bartender) since his arrival, maybe the stranger could help.
"I was actually interested in finding the artist," he added, making a vague off-handed gesture to a couple of paintings. "I wanted to see about maybe taking a few of these off his hands." He probably sounded a lot more knowledgable than he actually was, but that usually wasn't a bad thing. Especially if he was going to be spending any kind of money, which he hoped to. Luc was very far from having any sort of "real" taste in or valid opinions on art - he just liked what he liked, and there were at least two pieces Luc thought would go well in the apartment. And what Luc wanted, he was usually able to find one way or another to get.