She moves without thinking, shifting so she's sort of pressed against his side, sort of would have her legs across his lap if he'd let her, but she's pulling in a breath, leaning close to look at it. "He looks so... sad," she says, and she shakes her head slightly. She doesn't know if she likes it, but she knows it's something, and she doesn't know what she thinks about it. "You saw them painting this?" She takes another swallow of her drink, and sighs, and she's-

Okay, so she's cuddling against his arm, and maybe she's just... maybe she just is doing that. "So you just- you love art, huh? I don't really- I mean, I guess it's pretty, and there's a lot of stuff to know, I guess? I don't... know, that stuff.' It's a quiet confession, and she's shrugging again, and the swallow of blue-something is a little too big for her to just be totally okay, but it's maybe alright to let herself slip a little. Because even if he thinks she's not smart, it's not like she's ever made herself sound like a brain trust, and she's letting him teach her. "Do you believe in God?" It's a sort of random question, but she's looking at the picture, not at him as she asks it.