Oh what's this now?

"I am Bastien De Rosieres, the person in charge at the church you are now painting." Bastien did a little mock bow, dipping his head lower than was necessary with a smirk on his face. "As for cara...just a term of endearment in my language. It means...ah...I think the closest would be 'dear'. Does it bother you?" He thought Nairi would need encouragement to even begin, but then she made her first mark with the paintbrush. "That is beautiful. Simply do whatever you feel you should. I have been making these lines-" He reached to do a large, spanning spiral which transitioned from purple to green, the edges effortlessly clean and graceful. "--Because it is how I feel inside when I think of my lady Safrin." "You can of course paint those two, or paint a memory, or the feeling of love, or your worst fear, your best dream...anything, Nairi. I do not care for uniform art, just true art." BASTIEN I'm feeling devious, you're looking glamourous