I've told you about LeBlancs and what they think of compliments and flattery, haven't I Lupin?

[Dead and gone in her own, but here. Here she has time yet, and a Lupin all her own. It almost makes being here worthwhile, knowing that she's met a man like him, that she could help him find a way home. Even though it would mean returning to that night- she doesn't mind it. Not anymore.]

Of course there's an artistry to it. Smashing and grabbing is crass; messy. Jackson Pollock. You and your Grandfather? Monet. Manet. Da Vinci- beyond compare on every level.