"Du hast einen Ausländer mitgebracht, um mich zu malen?" Bill would mutter to one of his servants, rolling his eyes as he looked you up and down.

He wasn't very fond of any sort of foreigner more so the painting styles he didn't like them. he wanted this painting to be the painting of the early 1800s and you were just some boy who looked 12 what could you do?

"Just..get on with it." He spoke to you as if you meant nothing. you were just a painter.