She turned to face him, his eyes were also fixed on the portrait; he had a serious look on his face. She shook her head and turned to face the portrait. "So why are you always smiling?"
"Frowning would just give me wrinkles and I am still too young for that," he joked.
She could hear the smile in his voice, she rolled her eyes and stifled the smile forming on her face.
"Honestly, I don't know, but I'm sure of one thing, it sure beats squeezing my face all day long. You should try it. "
He moved away from her, "As you've already deciphered, this is my bedroom."
Levina moved towards the door. "Leaving so soon?" Lucien chuckled.
"I would love to hang around and chitchat with a cup of tea and some cookies, but we still have like a million more rooms to see, or don't we?" she replied sarcastically with a smile.
"You have an even prettier smile, you know that?" he said following behind her.
The next room was a few feet away. Lucien paused in front of the door and knocked.
