"Helen Ramirez. An elegant name." Though he noticed the near slip, he made no comment on it. If it was a lie, it was of little consequence to him. He certainly had no intention of pointing fingers.

He stepped aside, at long last, to inspect a picture. It left an easy escape, if she should choose it.

"These works of art... Such a foolish conceit. We mortals, so desperate to imitate our creators, strive to make our mark, to create something new in turn. But in the end, they are more fragile than we are."