"You didn't." she confirmed the words he needed to see. Elise saw the Lord smiling happily as if he was delighted at how she confirmed his words.
Ian could tell that he was fascinated by hearing he was the painter, he had noticed that Elise had come to take a liking when it was paintings and he know knows the reason was because in her childhood she had been watching her uncle painting a portrait. The man had a sense, praised Ian in his mind.
Elise then saw him walked and finally took a step forward and when she saw him walk away to the red chair placed at the corner of the room, she ran away from the wooden easel that had become the source of her problem earlier. Not wanting to get closer and knocked it again. The wooden easel may not be at the fault but Elise found the object weary.
Her eyes casted away to the paintings inside the gallery and pulled her eyes at Ian, "Do you paint all of them, Master Ian?"
