"Oh!" That was right. He'd heard that people had a police-like organization here. Upon finding this out, he straightened up. "That's incredible! Ah, what you do for this place, that is." He blushed.

Honestly, he felt like such a bumbling fool. But he smiled regardless, scratching the back of his head. "You're a fairy. That's what you're implying?" At least, in some cases, art coming to life could be a good thing.

He had to remember that. And he had to admit that being able to walk through these halls, surrounded by paintings, was easier with such honest and friendly company. "I didn't even know fairies could be real. It's a wonderful thought."