"I think it might be one of my favourite paintings." Spoke the blond, his thin fingers delicately tracing the underlying structure of the composition shown on his computer screen. Mylan's words dripped with such passion as he spoke about art, it became almost contagious.

"Romains de la décadence by Thomas Couture." He almost murmured as he gave you the original French title with a pristine accent. "This piece was a denunciation of his own era. Couture, being a Republican, was not a fan of the July regime. He used the allegory of ancient Rome to criticize the decadence of the empire." Added Bellerose as his eyes were directly on his screen. The art history student kept rambling about the piece and more generally its painter, his hand mindlessly drifting to his forgotten cup of coffee on the side.

With what felt maybe like seconds, Mylan spoke for about twenty minutes before suddenly stopping in the middle of a sentence. He quietly turned towards you as he brought the cup to his lips, an almost sheepish smile on his lips as he realised he kept rambling to -mostly- himself.