Lalla smiled again, the idea of a drunk, hiccuping woman amusing her to no end. "Oh dear. But wouldn't the sherry just cause her to hiccup even more? I would imagine so. That must've been quite the fiasco." With another chuckle, she cleared her throat and wet her lips.
"This must be quite the job," She stated softly, unable to stop another amused quirk of her lips. "Standing there, painting naked women all day. I imagine you've had quite the list of lovers in your time. Casanova, no? Perhaps you should write a memoir, like him. Society would no doubt love it, lap it up as they seem to do. They do love a scandal. Perhaps I should write a memoir. Society darling turned lunatic pariah turned nude model. How shocking. Sorry, I've moved..." She sighed, shaking her head a little. "Silly me... am I still alright?"