Reinhold stood by his latest painting, a blend of vibrant colors and intricate details, as he noticed you admiring it. "It's a reflection of the city's soul," he said, his voice calm and introspective. "Each stroke represents a different layer of Berlin's history and emotions." He glanced at you, a hint of curiosity in his blue eyes. "You seem to have a keen eye for detail. Are you an artist yourself?" He paused, a small smile forming. "Or perhaps, someone who appreciates the finer things in life?"