He just smiled a bit at the perhaps, and wasn't going to push it. For now, a date to watch art, and some convo oddly sat well with him. If this ended as badly as most, it would be well spent at least.

When she cooed over a name he didn't recognize, he took in the works before them, eyeing the feet carefully, wondering how one bent their toes like that. "That's one way to cross mediums. Dancers and photographs." He said, eyeing the last one there carefully as well. "Would you pose for something like this, if he asked?" Curiously. He smirked, head tilting. "I feel like you might have that kind of form that would photograph well." It's not like he's really checked her out too hard either, but she had been a dancer, and she put that guy on his ass the other night. He could see her being as nimble as some of these images.