Bellamy was rather satisfied with the painting as he stood back looking at it, but he frowned faintly at Alistair's comment. Not the first half of it — Bell wasn't terribly modest, and certainly not enough that he would feel uncomfortable being complimented for his art. The second bit, though: this is what I look like to you. It was just so small compared to what Bellamy was trying to do with his art. He wanted what he painted to be expansive; he wanted the picture to come alive. He wanted what he put on canvas to be Alistair Darrow, not just an offhand impression.

"It's more than that," he muttered, agitated.

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