Callum Young. The name was familiar, and Lalla smiled slightly, still watching him. "I don't think there is anything wrong with the nude female form. Do they scorn the Birth of Venus as pornography? The Venus de Milo? I find it a shame, and a blatant representation of our culture when in this day and age, monstrosities such as Michaelangelo's David and that Creation of Man one are allowed to be fawned upon and celebrated with great passion, but a talented artist as I'm sure you are finds himself branded a pornographer."
Her smile grew a little, and for the first time, there was an amused twinkle in her eye. "It would seem to me that these art scholars seem somewhat obsessed with the male nude form and rather repulsed by the female. Telling, wouldn't you say?"