Emrys couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the suggestion. What was he supposed to do with a portrait of himself? He was the only person who lived here, and if he wanted to stare at himself all day, he had mirrors for that sort of thing. Besides, he wouldn't have even known where to start with conceptualizing a portrait — would he wear nice, respectable clothes like he did for family gatherings and society parties? Would he leave his earrings in and hold a glass of wine while he posed? There were too many versions of himself for any to readily suggest themselves as the subject of a painting — and he didn't need any of them immortalized on canvas.

"What would I do with a portrait?" he asked with a careless shrug. "Even I'm not quite that egotistical, Christobal — unless you think I have some fans lurking in the shadows who might buy it up in order to liven up their parlor?" he joked.