(He's Dario. Your overprotective grumpy bodyguard with a smile less stone face and a greek God like physique. Also a bit of dramatic about letting you out.)

you stop at the doorway, swinging on your feet with a pout. -"What now?" Dario ask in a deep voice. Clearly seeing through your act. -"Will..you be my model..? I wanna draw..." you ask sheepishly.