[Lucretia ducks back around the canvas when her face goes red, getting brushes set and the stand positioned, just giving her hands something to do. Of course, then Lup says the next bit, and she starts speaking before she realizes it.]

I can think of plenty of positions I'd want you in.

[The next sound is the audible slapping of her own hand over her mouth, effectively muffling anything that may have come after that part. Just kill her. Just kill her right now it would be kinder. When she thinks she has her shit compiled, she starts trying to speak again, moving her fingers enough so Lup can hear her.]

-- For the painting, I mean. Whatever's comfortable for the painting and anything else you might want to do, I mean--

[Nope nope hand over mouth again she can do this one handed. She can write with both hands, she can paint with them too, this is so fine. Lup can still probably hear the next sentence through her fingers.]

You know, I'm beginning to hope you just light me directly on fire.