Buenas noches, Juniper. [ Ignacio greeted her with a calm, friendly smile. He clearly wasn't surprised by her approach, truth be told he could smell her from quite a distance due to her blood, but there was no reason to talk about that now. His vivid green eyes opened to settle on her, that smile of his widening as he motioned to the paint pots he had set on the ground. ]

You may paint one on me, if you so wish, as I present you the most interesting canvas of all: skin. It is my desire that you allow me the honor of adorning your canvas as well. [ He then motioned to her clothing, of which she was wearing far too much. He also had to privately note the absence of the raven from her shoulder, which was amusing. Small victories. ]