"Still nice to hear someone prefers muddy grass to green apples, even if you are blind," she said teasingly. A pause, as she concentrated on getting the drape of the shirt juuuust right, before she continued. "And as much as I want to see your wings, I think the addition of anything else that I'd want to draw would just make this cluttered."
She sighed, regretfully and more than a bit over-dramatically. An artist's life, you know, is so difficult, especially when they have such a practised and beautiful model.