they will shake their heads and wag their fingers
by daybreak we'll be gone
Now, Bastien would be very happy if his appearance was greeted with a gasp every time and Maeve immediately worked herself into his good graces (though truthfully most people started there anyway). Coming to the bottom of the stairs and hopping off the last, he grinned as he leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms. "Need of a portrait? Sounds serious, my dear."Asked if he was Bastien he laid a hand on his chest (bare; he did not care to wear shirts inside his own studio) and closed his eyes. "Indeed, it is I." Identity confirmed he swanned into the room proper, glancing back at Maeve and then going to stand by the pile of canvases at the back wall. "What is this portrait for? A lover, or personal admiration...or some kind of official capacity...?" He'd done all of them before, and they all required a different kind of attention.
BASTIEN
