Rabastann blushed to the tips of his hair as Riona sat next to him, and tried not to show how supremely uncomfortable he was.
"Oh, well, I've been painting since, er, four, I think. One of my Nannies gave me a paint set when I was ill," He managed a nervous little smile. "I bet you could too, paint, I mean. Or, well, I could, teach you. If you like."