"I haven't had the chance to see those yet. They sound beautiful."

She frowned. "I don't know how to capture them in paint."

"At least you're a painter. If someone else wrote the words, I could probably play that part, but describing them myself? I wouldn't know where to start."

"You could model for me."

"I'm always willing to help in the service of art."

"Just try to embody your dreams and we'll see what happens."

"Could be fun."(He says it flirtatiously, though what he dreams isn't all that sexual. He's spent a fair time in palace on a river. The river winds in infinite oxbows, the balconies and courtyards of the palace loop in on themselves and the river in a fractal cascade of opalescent rainbow columns.)

Fan rap. "Your dreams must be sexier than mine."

"There's plenty of people without a lot of clothes on."(This is... sort of true.)

"Lovely. All I have is the architecture."

"The architecture certainly has it's charms though."

"It really does," she says wistfully.

"--Even if it's very easy to get lost in."

"It is for you? I feel like I never get lost in mine."

"Lucky! I ended up spending a whole night going in circles."

"Make a map, they'll all be in the same place tomorrow night."

"...That's actually a good idea."

"Are you a girl in yours?"

"That's... a good question."

Wistful: "I bet you look lovely."

"If I look this good in life, how could I look any worse in my dreams?"

"Right? Everyone is more beautiful in their dreams, I think."

"It's very convenient."

"I'm a eunuch in mine."

"I'm assuming that's a good thing?" (In his dreams he's androgynous, and presumably has... body parts, but he has never really thought to check?)