Painting? Oh, that was worth her attention. Lalla held his gaze, rather liking the feeling it gave her. She hadn't held eye contact with someone for a long time. It was rather more intimate than she remembered. "I can say I sympathise. My own life is not that interesting. My writing is somewhat of an escape, also."
She wet her lip and pushed her hair back behind her ears, aware that she looked rather different to other women of her social class. Rather... dishevelled. "And what do you paint? Will I know any of your work? I used to have quite the eye for art, when I lived in London."