Tristan glanced down at his stripes; he didn't look exactly crestfallen, as he'd anticipated something of the sort, by now, but it was definitely a blow. "Well - if you think so." He decided to buck up a little. She was the expert. He had agreed to this, and he could stop if he wanted to. He didn't have to let his picture go anywhere he didn't want, and he didn't have to wear anything he didn't like. He had forgotten that for a moment, somehow. Strange. "We can start wherever you like, I guess - like I said, I don't know much about it." He smiled more genuinely. "I'll try not to get in your way."