xp_logs | Warren, Marie-Ange, a sun room and Life Drawing.

Marie-Ange wanders in on Warren while he's getting some 100% sunshine time and somehow she decides this means Warren is her new favorite person to draw.

There was absolutely no need for Warren to be nude in the mansion. None whatsoever. In fact, he could probably get into trouble, considering Scott was not one of his fans, but whatever. He put a sign on the door anyways.

YOLO.

As such, he was hanging in the solarium, the same one in which he'd met Wanda‎, a wine bottle by his side, and a book on his lap. He so rarely got the opportunity to read.

If Marie-Ange hadn't been so absorbed in texting, she might have noticed the whisper of wings, or the frankly astonishingly toned naked man lounging in a sunbeam with a book. Anywhere else, she would've divided her attention and been much more aware of her surroundings, but in the mansion, surrounded by security and superheros - she wandered in, phone in one hand, sketchbook and pencils in the other, and more pencils stuck through her bun, and plopped down on a lounger, absent mindedly tapping out a message on her phone.

And who was this, Warren wondered as Marie-Ange walked in. He'd seen the woman before, attached to Wade and since Wade was one of his least ‎enthusiastic admirers (in fact,other than that one conversation about suits, they'd never bumped into each other again), he'd never gone out of his way to introduce himself.

Seeing as she looked busy, he decided not to bother her and continued with his book. Although. It would be rude not to share.

"‎There's an excellent Merlot on the table, if you're so inclined. Wine glasses in the cabinet." He'd had it stocked.

"Hrm?" Marie-Ange blinked, almost owlishly at the voice and then whipped her head around to look at the speaker. "Oh! Oh, oh I just walked in on you tanning and how did I not notice that?" She patted at her face, almost as though she was making sure both eyes were there, and then reached up to take pencils out of her hair.

Then she shook her head. "Was there a sign? Did I overlook the sign? I think I remember paper..."

Warren gave a non-chalant shrug. "Does this bother you? ‎I assure it, it's completely non-sexual. The human body is a beautiful thing, and mine rivals most.". He sat up a bit and stretched his wings slightly. "Although I could use this to cover up. Your call."

"Oh goodness, no. Three life drawing classes pushed the last of my embarrassment about nudity off into a pile of charcoal smudges." Marie-Ange said, laughing a little. "I rather have a bad habit of drawing people I know naked for tarot cards. Even when I have not seen them naked. The Lovers, it is a good card for couples and..." She shrugged. "Always naked in the card."

Warren wondered if Wade would care but ultimately, it made no difference to him. "If you ever need a willing model, I am absolutely up for the challenge." He smirked. ‎ "And yes -- that was intentional."

Of course it was. Marie-Ange laughed. "You should not offer that, I always need willing models, and I prefer handsome even when the subject matter has nothing to do with the model." She curled up on another lounger and then set the sketchpad down. "Clarice volunteers as my female model so often that I could probably draw her in my sleep. I probably have drawn her in my sleep."

"Well then by all means, count me in your list of people to draw. I am a fan of myself in any and all forms. In fact," he said, a smile crossing his face, "I would absolutely love to commission something nude of myself. Anything really. I have a few people to traumatize, you see, and what better way to do so than in an expensive, artistic way." The smile broadened. "No one would dare say anything about 'art'. It would make them seem uncouth."

Marie-Ange was really trying to not like Warren. She fought against the smile that crept over her face. He was awful - and yet, he was just so goddamn charming that she couldn't help it. "So what you are saying is that you would happily be a body double for any number of people too shy to model for me, so long as I also painted you a ten foot tall picture of you lounging on a bear skin rug being fed grapes by beautiful people of your preferred gender... genders?"

Now that was a lovely mental image. "I am happy to be naked whenever, with whoever really. And grapes..." he sighed happily. "How did you know my one weakness? A bushel of grapes, a glass of ambrosia, and thine love be mine."

"You would have made the most excellent Roman emperor. Minus having to go to War and being stabbed or whatever other horrible things happened to Roman emperors." Marie-Ange pulled her knees up and rested the sketchpad on one. "Your belief you are perfect would be so much more infuriating if you were not physically perfect." She absently sketched as she spoke. "Really. If you were not rich you could probably make yourself rich by being an art model. Or at least pay for food and rent."

The more this woman talked, the more he liked her. "I am perfection embodied," he mused outloud, stretching out gracefully. "And if I was entirely myself back in the Roman days, I would have been worshiped as a God." He then paused. "Or burned at the stake. No, I like it here better, with my money and indoor plumbing. I hadn't thought of being an art model though, truthfully. Fashion model, yes, absolutely. My mother was a very famous supermodel once upon a time....several plastic surgeries ago." Warren shook his head. "She looks very fake and younger than me."

"Ew. Subtle cosmetic surgery can be an art form, and I find some body modifications are as well, but there is a middle place between subtle and blatant that... it is the uncanny valley. Almost real but unreal enough to make people nervous." Marie-Ange's face had screwed up at "several plastic surgeries". Her opinions were clear. "Art modeling is easy when it is one on one. You lounge in a particular pose, and I try not to spend forty-five minutes drawing your penis, even though they are the most fun things to draw."

"Penises are amazing," Warren agreed, nodding his head. "I will never understand why there's so much hate for a flaccid part.....like I said before, I am happy to lounge. Don't you know," he said, cheekily, "lounging around and wasting time is what a billionaire playboy is supposed to do. After all, time is money, and every second I sit here, I make thousands."

Marie-Ange flipped her drawing pad towards Warren to show a somewhat rough sketch of most of him, though it lacked details. "Well. They are rather silly looking, but that makes them more fun to draw. Penises. Noses. Toes. Anything with folds or wrinkles or uneven bits is far more fun than something dull like legs." She flipped the pad back and then stuck her pencil in her hair, replacing it for one with a sharper point. "Your wings are either going to be very fun, or cause me to swear."

"Porque no los dos?," Warren asked, flippantly. He leaned forward and nodded in approval. "I like being the cause of comfort and discomfort in people. Preferably at the same time. It keeps everyone on their toes," he explained.

"I am told here that I am supposed to say both is good, with a graphic of a Disney movie but I have not seen the movie. I think." Marie-Ange quipped. "Keeping everyone on their toes is an excellent ambition. From what I have seen it is your reason for living."

His grin widened. "We all need goals, my dear. Without them, we flounder in this mess called life."