"I do," Huaisang agrees, cheeks flushed with embarrassment at himself for becoming defensive like that. He's not usually so touchy, but painting is one of his few areas of pride. "I love painting, I've dedicated many hours to the study of it. I miss my collection of fans and art from back home. Here, I need to sell my work for pay, and I have little time to do the kind of work that I love. I have to focus on what I can produce swiftly for a profit."

Tugging shyly at one of the long bangs that hang on either side of his cheeks, Huaisang ducks his head. "I'm sorry for rambling on. But if you ever desire anything painted..."