"I don't want to have to pay my portraits," Emrys replied with a shake of his head and a smile. The idea wasn't entirely unappealing otherwise, however. He did need a healthy selection of respectable artwork in his house, since only a few select rooms were set aside for his more open-minded friends. He wasn't sure he could explain having a portrait of Rowena Ravenclaw, though, when he had no connection to the house and could not have been described by anyone who knew him as much of an intellectual. Part of what he liked about Christobal's suggestion was the shock value of it, though — the irony of such a well-respected woman becoming an object of lust in the company of the right sort of audience. He didn't think he'd use it much personally (preferring, whenever he could get it, live specimens to paintings), but it did strike him as an interesting conversation piece, for a very particular crowd.

"Maybe Queen Victoria," he suggested, thinking of a suitable replacement. Some woman who would be easily recognizable by all of his guests, and would be likely to command a certain respect — but who would also not look out of place somewhere in his house. "Not now, obviously — when she was crowned, or something," he added. Not that he closely followed any royal politics, but he knew the Queen was rather ancient at the moment, and he didn't think any of his guests were likely to be much amused by geriatric stripping, regardless of how open-minded they might be.