Her hair was pushed in front of her, almost giving her an auburn lion's mane. All Alisa could do was try and remain perfectly still as the outlines were being applied.

"Oui an' non. It depends on de situation, I believe. He always gets de first word, t'ough. Like 'ow he barges into my office an' makes demands." Alisa chuckled a little, closing her odd eyes as she relaxed a little more. "Actually I kinda like dat when he does dat. Nothin' sexier den a guy who knows what he wants, when he wants it, an' 'ow he wants it. Unlike dem stupid snobs who come to me AFTER dey buy fake art an' expect me to tell dem it's real."