Luca’s smile only became cheekier. The dancer took a few steps forward, still cautious of intruding and excited all the same. He cocked his head a tad to the side as he tried to take a closer observation of the detailed artwork; various shades of ink painting every curve and crevasse of this particular face— one Luca decided was quite the lovely canvas. “A masterpiece; clearly.”
The hesitation in Luca’s step threatened another telling expression to break his neutral countenance, but it was suppressed. Charon observed Luca almost as closely as Luca studied Charon. His answer almost made him roll his eyes at the cheesiness of it, but he did not want to hamper Luca’s enthusiasm just yet. “But what do you know of art, boy?” He challenged. “How do I know it is not just frivolous opinions you express to maintain my amicability?”
