[ He lets out a small, quiet laugh, turning his head a little as well. ]

Curator, I take it? Or perhaps just an enthusiast. I always seem to find myself surrounded by people with an eye for art, who have their own galleries or statues and paintings tucked away in private vaults. Personally, I tend to just enjoy looking at beautiful things.

[ At the opposite side of the hall is one of those paintings in question, of a portly Frenchman in ornate robes; it's to this painting that Peter moves to. ]

No deeper feelings, here? Nothing stirred up that makes you think, "Good Lord, this man needs to partake in a few less cakes and a few more salads"?