" I’ll refill this, and then we’ll get you positioned.”
“Positioned?” Cass fumbled over the word.
Falco pulled her over to the divan, then left her standing beside it as he strode across the room to a tall armoire hidden in a shadowy corner. “I’m going to paint you, of course.”
“Paint me?”
“Are you going to repeat everything I say?” He returned to her and placed a full glass of cloudy brown liquid in her hand. “Sorry. That was the last of the wine. All I’ve got left is Tommaso’s special brew.”
Cass made a face, but accepted the glass. “I’d like to see some of your paintings,” she said, in an attempt to stall. Part of her had been hoping that Falco would want her to sit for him ever since she met him, but now that it was happening, she felt horribly self-conscious.
Falco smiled. “You want to see if I’m any good before you become my latest victim?”
“No, I just--”
“I’m joking. "

― Fiona Paul , Venom (Secrets of the Eternal Rose, #1)