"An odd duck, you say? Well, the nightingale is a bit peculiar herself, so I imagine they'll get along well." She smiled at him again, reaching over and setting the decapitated flower in his lap. "I'll pay you, of course, for your services." She smoothed her skirt out of habit, tucking her hair behind her ear again. It was far too unruly.
"I know I'm not exactly the most attractive of women, but you can modify that when you're painting, can't you? Make me better looking than I am. When would you like me? I have a rather free social schedule, as I'm sure you can tell."