"You're edging quite close to flattery," Patience said, amused. But she would have only been bothered by it if she didn't think he meant it; it seemed like a genuine aesthetic assessment for one of his paintings. "But alright. Do you have a particular goddess in mind already?"
She gestured to the painting. "I could have been Demeter, I suppose, though I mostly grow much more complicated, magical plants than that." When she'd moved her arm, her scars became visible again, and she considered them thoughtfully. She was interested in the new beast inside of her, figuring out what it meant for her identity, and it would be interesting to see it portrayed in painting form. "How would a werewolf fit into your goddess theme?"