“I can’t tell him everything I do, now, can I? Stephan’s just such a sturdy, serious man and if the truth is told, he really doesn’t have much soul. He cares nothing for art,“ she explained. “I really should stretch out so that I can move easier.” I nodded my assent, my fingers deftly molding her likeness onto the parchment.
— Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov