"Oh, honestly, you're awful," Emrys chided, though he was laughing at Christobal's suggestion all the same. "If this is how you pitch all your art, it's not much of a surprise you're broke," he joked. Not that there wasn't a market for pornographic paintings — obviously there was, and Christobal already had that segment of the market well-tapped, from what he understood. There were limits to what most people wanted to see, however, and that suggestion crossed a line for Emrys. Tasteful nudes were one thing — questionably tasteful nudes could be allowed, in moderation — but he wasn't going to decorate his house with straight out pornography. What would happen if one of the myriad of children he was related to stumbled upon it? Or his future wife, whenever he got around to acquiring one?