Harry gave her a light grin and started dabbing at some of the paint drips with some paper towels. At least it was water-soluble paint. Oils would have been a bit much for potentially crazy people. You didn't want them eating it.
"Well, modern art doesn't look like much, but it's still considered art. So maybe you can still get away with it." He shrugged. "Paintings by gorillas go for a few grand nowadays." Dresden looked at the easel itself, wondering if he should clean that, but the wooden frame was already so splattered with paint that no one would notice a few extra dribbles. He wiped the bottom to ensure no more drips would fall, and then tossed the paper towels away.
"I'm Harry Dresden," he said, offering his hand. He avoided meeting her gaze for more than a second, letting his gaze drift to her eyebrow instead. "Professional wizard, though possibly insane. So they tell me."