Oh dear. He seemed to have stumbled upon another Big Topic. Big enough to merit making him another drink when he was only halfway through this one. Normally Don Juan was not one to encourage any sort of deep, probing conversation, but he didn't know how to extricate himself now. Maybe this was for the better, anyway... if he was engaged in a very lengthy discussion of whatever deep trauma she was about to unveil, at the very least he could be assured that no one was going to approach him and offer him opium. None of those sorts would want to risk falling into a conversation like this one promised to be. He could only hope that she didn't open up with another discussion of a grisly public suicide.

"Same," he said flippantly as he accepted the drink, determined at the very least not to ask about it even if he had resigned himself to enduring the conversation ahead. "Appreciating, I mean. Not about being an artist."

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