"It is a lovely room. Light." She stepped a little further in, glancing around and smiling at Antony. She was relaxing more and more, and she wasn't quite sure why; there was something about this man that brought it over her. Probably a bad thing, as she was still very aware that he could be dangerous. But oh well. It wasn't a bad way to go, right? Murdered by an artist?
A very good artist, from what she could see. She studied his paintings, smiling to herself before glancing over her shoulder at him again. "They're beautiful. I can see you have quite some talent, sir. I'm looking forward to seeing how you portray me." She stepped forwards again, clearing her throat a little. "So... shall we? I don't see any reason to wait, and I fear the longer I do, my nerve will go and I'll run away on you. Not the best manners."