His brows furrowed slightly as he glanced over the edge of his canvas, eyes trailing over your form. He had convinced them to model for him and positioned his little mouse on his balcony, mostly since it had a great view over Avernus.

He was well versed in most arts, singing, instruments and painting. Lots of practice over thousands of years came in handy sometimes, still, he just couldn't seen to get this right.

Finally stop moving, will you?