That, at least, is something he can be more proud of; mentioning it seems to lift Warsman's mood, raising his head and the lilt of his voice just enough to make a difference. "Ah, well-" Rather than look away he manages to meet Temeraire's eyes, even offering a warm, good-humoured little laugh. "It isn't really something to boast about, is it? Like gambling, or..."

Or maybe the other man's own nickname, judging by his expression. He can't say he knows the painting from the name alone- art has really always been more Robin's area of expertise- but he does know the look on his face perfectly well and finds himself hazarding a little gentle teasing. "So they had to tow you away at the end of the night? I'd never have guessed just from looking at you," he adds lightly. It may be wrong, he muses, to speak so lightly in a church, and he'll probably feel awful about it later, but for now he's hoping that any watching spirits would understand.