If Christobal was a really wealthy man, living in a manor in the countryside, he'd definitely get a huge portrait of himself. He'd probably get many different portraits of himself, in different clothes and sceneries, to grace every important room of his house.

But Emrys was different. He had had the rich person experience since birth, very few things could excite him regarding being a rich person. He was probably depressed because having that much money meant he'd gotten to experience all the joys of life. That was why he hung out with the likes of Christobal, likely.

"Well then, I could paint something more entertaining for you, then," Christobal said and raised his eyebrows suggestively. "How about a painting of a really respectable looking lady, perhaps a Rowenna Ravenclaw, who will strip down to all she wore when Missus Ravenclaw brought her into this world-" aka, nothing,"when you ask her to do so? Perhaps when you offer her a sickle, like a proper, business-minded harlot would?"