"The only good drink- whiskey." He continues to hold it out for her but continues with a small shrug. "If it's not your cup of tea, I won't force it on you, but may recommend some better taste." His teasing is lighthearted and while his features seem stuck in almost a permanent scowl despite himself earlier, his eyes are devoid of any ill intent.
"Not an artist myself, but I can appreciate a good piece when I see one." Matéo ventures a few steps closer, an eye initially on the bird to make sure he wasn't overstepping bounds before peering at her canvas. "And this one seems to be shaping up to be just that. I live just down the ways but can't say I've seen you pass this way before."
don't you understand that I need you still