Malachi smiled at her; his eyes glanced down at her hand on his leg and he felt a reminder of why he'd brought her here in the first place. He didn't mind talking - whether it be about his art or something else - but the reason hadn't exactly been to talk. Pushing the thoughts aside, he grinned. "Oh if they were anything like at Beauxbatons they probably were spying on you. Bored as they are trapped in frame after frame, they probably found it entertaining." He reached out and gently trailed his finger over one of the canvases with a small smile on his lips. "That's probably one reason I've never tried to do the moving, magical kind of art. That and it feels deluded, not what's intended..." He shrugged "Something like that," he finished softly, looking over at her as he pulled his hand away from the painting.