[He isn't paying such close attention as to notice the slide of her eyes, though he is paying quite close attention. Why, you could call it staring if you were inclined to do so, though he is trying his hardest not to stare. There is something... Well, there is just something odd about her arms. He gets closer, tilting his head to the side as he keeps trying to stare in the most stealthy manner possible. It's just a matter of time until he throws all feeble attempts at tact out of the window and just starts interrogating her.]
Ve? [Oh, nowhe had been so busy staring that he had forgotten to respond.] Oh, I'm sure there is a word for it! Germany would know, he's smart. Mister Austria would know it, too. I will ask him the next time I see him! He is a musician and he is very smart, too.
I'm a painter. [He giggles, enjoying his little insider joke.] A Renaissance painter!
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Ve? [Oh, nowhe had been so busy staring that he had forgotten to respond.] Oh, I'm sure there is a word for it! Germany would know, he's smart. Mister Austria would know it, too. I will ask him the next time I see him! He is a musician and he is very smart, too.
I'm a painter. [He giggles, enjoying his little insider joke.] A Renaissance painter!