"Perhaps I am less attuned to your culture, but I come from somewhere where we like a bit more romance in our 'artistic depictions'. Perhaps for a younger man, the mere sight of a woman, feathered or not, is enough for him."

He pauses for a beat.

"Unless this is a specific... fetish," he nearly cringes on the word. He's been trying to adapt to this place's linguistics and not quite keeping up with it.

Aymeric is making himself blush. He's not sure why he's standing here trying to act like an art critic. He looks over the book and a light seems to go off in his head. "On second thought... Let me purchase this."