Psychangel
Neil listened with interest as Emma described that she had commissioned a painting on a whim. "It was a very nice way to spend an evening. She was an excellent artist, and I truly enjoyed her showing." He motioned to a nearby booth, the seats looking comfortable enough to make him want to fall into one. "Would you care to sit, Miss French?"
As they went, he said, "So, you commissioned a painting! I wish I had thought to do that; might I ask what you commissioned?" His eyes met hers lightly, eye contact made by an interested conversationalist. He did love art... the trappings of wealth were some of his favorite things in the world.
When she asked her question regarding the higher-ups moving into an office, he only shrugged. He hadn't the faintest. "Court business, no doubt..."