Lalla tried to stop the blush rising in her cheeks as he looked at her; she didn't mind it, it was just new. She was beginning to understand modesty now, but still not to any kind of extent where she'd want to cover up again. She quite liked this, actually. Quite freeing. She held the brush as he asked, looking up at him again.
"Yes, that's fine. Do whatever you need to, I don't mind. Whatever makes the painting better, hm?" She gave him a smile. "Oh, is my hair alright, by the way? It's in this awful half-knot thing, should I tie it up properly or take it down altogether? It must look a state..."