"I didn't realize you were such a prude," Mabelle huffed lightly, crossing her arms again. "This gallery is full of artistic nudes, and somebody has to take their clothes off for them." She was more defensive on behalf of the concept of nude paintings than him thinking less of her for it. The human form wasn't her preferred subject for her own works, but she recognized it as a legitimate genre that wasn't inherently crude or scandalous. "And Dorian paints landscapes, so it has very little to do with where I sleep."