"I'm...honored that you like it," Faelan replied. He noticed that she had leaned back a bit too, and he was suddenly and powerfully reminded that he didn't have real clothes on, and hadn't showered or shaved. She'd likely just been caught up in the art, not in him. He thought she had seemed awfully eager to invite herself over, and to praise his work, but some gears clicked in his head as he noted how genuinely interested she had seemed in all of his work. Maybe she really was just a big fan of art, and this had been an opportunity to see some new things.
After all, she knew Harry too, and he was single and older and famous, not to mention way better looking, so if it was a relationship she was looking for, surely she'd be out pursuing him right now, not breathing over Faelan's old t-shirt clad shoulder.
"Thanks again for bringing the food," he said, closing his sketchbook slowly. "It was really thoughtful of you."