"You'd be surprised." Lalla had no wealthy, well-connected friends to speak of. Her social life had disappeared when she was (for all intents and purposes) imprisoned in Surrey. "I'm afraid, sir, that my life is one I am resigned to. My cage is my home, and I take advantage of the gaps in the bars. I could never escape for good." She continued to watch the water, before she suddenly, and with great force, tugged the head clean off of the red flower she was currently fingering.
"Would you paint me?" She asked, turning her head to look at him, her expression entirely serious. "I know nothing about you besides your given name, your nationality and your profession, and all the better for it. I should like to be painted. I should like to live a little."