He's adorable when he's this happy. "But it means something to them. If no art has value unless everyone understands it, or unless everyone sees it in the exact same way, then no art has any value at all." Notice she's carefully not defending that kind of crap as anything she likes. Bleck.

"I think you may have lived a long time, but you're still young inside. Eternally youthful." Schön as eternal youth explains so much about his behavior: the cold way he acts toward strangers, the instant hostility he feels toward anyone who encroaches on what he considers 'his', his bouts of generosity, his love of bright and shiny things. But it sounds nicer when she doesn't say those parts. "Some people would say that's the ideal."

She nods and gives him a playful nudge. "You're welcome. You and he have a history, I take it? Did you really bring me here to ruin his day?"