Pansy gave a small, seated bow at the reaction. "Well, if you lot ever need a song about how to brew pepper-up potion that doesn't make your ears stem," she pointed to herself, "I'm your girl." She fiddled with the edge of one of the sofa cushions and smiled. "Maybe one of these days I can talk you into show me one you tried on," she smiled, not pushing the obvious aversion to such. But, maybe, one of these days he'd be comfortable enough with her to share things with her that he might not show anyone else. She wanted to be that kind of person for him, even though she'd really just realized that. Funny how a random, circumstantial run-in could turn into that.
She quirked an eyebrow as she unraveled her legs to stand up and take his hand to follow him. Now she was really intrigued. When he opened the door to the room and she stepped in, her eyes widened in awe. She nodded toward the room for permission to explore and, when he didn't stop her, she stepped further into the room and ran her wandering fingers over the surface of some of the sculptures.
She grinned and finally made her way around the room and back to him. "This is amazing, Duke," she said, at a loss for anything more elegant to say. She was blown away by the creative skill he had. In a way, it was kind of like what she did with her potions: taking nothing and turning it into something. He was such a multi-faceted character and she was liking each of the facets she was exposed to. "Do you sculpt from in here," she lifted a hand to touch his temple, brushing back his hair, "or do you use actual models?" It was an innocent question as she was genuinely curious as to whether he just blindly sculpted these great pieces or not.