Joaquin wondered if he'd imagined it, just something out of the corner of his eye, but he felt as if maybe Luc had been watching him rather than the painting for maybe a moment longer than he expected him to. He hoped it didn't mean the painting was boring. Please, no. Though at least he knew this one had a couple of people looking at it, but still. The night was quickly turning from an attempt to make a good impression on the local art community (and maybe beyond, if the right people were impressed) to an attempt to make a good impression on this complete stranger. Joaquin knew his name, but not much else. What was he doing?
"Thank you," he said softly before finishing his scotch. "I like the other one better too, so I guess I can't really um, blame you." He laughed it off, the alcohol having made his words come more easily and somehow, oh, laughing was okay too when before he'd just give a tight-lipped smile. "I'm working on that- I'm um, hoping after tonight things'll go up from here. We'll see how that goes, though. So far so good." Shrugging, he knew he was probably a long way off from things being easy, but hey, tonight seemed to be a success so far.
His eyebrows shot up as Luc mentioned an offer, as vague as it was. That, to him, was just unfair. Being a naturally curious type, Joaquin knew he couldn't just say no to that. He followed as the other man headed toward the bar again, though he told himself that no, he couldn't have another drink. He had to be at least sort of decent, and he had no idea what the other man had planned. "Well, um, you've got me intrigued to say the least. What sort of endeavour are we talking about?" He wasn't going to assume anything. Sharks, Joaquin. Remember?