Every word the man said, he hung onto it with great intensity. He was glad to see the man approved of making use of his resources. He smiled knowingly wishing he could be known for his art. "Well, you have so much talent. You'd have no time if you took everyone who wanted to hire you.." He looked around as the man gestured about the free subjects living their lives around them.

"Oh, yes. I've done some work of people living their lives." He smiled not mentioning he did not get permission of the men sleeping in those sketches, but what no one knew couldn't hurt them, right? He was not aware of the man's donation work, but the man didn't need to know about Darius' lack of interest in giving to the community either.

"To your cottage? Do you.. really mean it??" He looked at the man in awe and nodded. It was like walking into a whole new world, he just imagined the place covered in his artwork put up and seeing an actual piece in the process of being painted. He almost imagined his heart fluttered in excitement of the scene he imagined. The dread knowing he'd have to get a carriage from the house to ride out and pick the man up sunk in slowly, but he'd stomach it for this chance. "I would love to."