Alistairs flush travelled down his neck at the idea of a painting of him being in an art gallery show. He had been somewhat expecting that answer, at least. He moved his hand away and nodded in understanding as Echelon said he painted things that deserve to be painted. It was still wild to him that Bellamy Echelon had considered him as deserving to be painted so now he could hardly look in the other mans direction. "Do let me know what you end up doing. If there is a show, I'll be sure to urge my family to attend. We're a large number, us Darrows."