He looks to where she points but has to admit that his time spent being a recluse hasn't allowed him much time to mingle with the newcomers to Torchline, including whoever lived there. It looked like a nice home though, and Matéo decided to keep his small hut to himself in comparison. "Ah, can't say I know them. I rarely leave my daily routine though, so unless he buys fish at the market..." He shrugs in lieu of more explanation.
Matéo doesn't mind the silence as he watches her paint, looking between her canvas and the view as she continues. It's not uncomfortable and he has to admit it's not everyday he gets the honor of seeing an artist at work. When she turns to introduce herself though, he starts for a moment before reaching out to return the gesture.
"Matéo Alvarez. How long have you been painting? Your color choice is near perfect." While he may not have an artistic bone in his body, he knows the sunsets here by heart, and her rendition of it would leave him in awe if seeing it for the first time.
don't you understand that I need you still
