"It's not really slacking if you run out of muse. I mean, not that I'm much of an artist or anything," she blushed a little, looking at her lap. Still, she understood lack of muse although he hadn't exactly said that was what it was. Just that he was slacking. She was being presumptuous. But after all the crap... Who would have muse?
Hell, she'd started the sexist statements hadn't she? Calling women the most vicious. And she really didn't want to talk about fighting bad guys either so she would've been quite glad he didn't bring it up. "Um... It's actually purely conversational. I know that sounds like a bit of a waste but it's what my grandmother wanted."