Young Master understood what he was saying, but had no intention of responding. He merely gave him a languid glance.
Actually, although the girl had sounded like a saint, that was not what she really meant.
To put it bluntly, she was merely showing what she had to offer... not in that other sense.
Of course, if Young Master had been interested in that sort of thing, she would not have objected either... there had been a certain hint in her words that only people who liked to play around would understand.
Although Young Master did not play around, as someone who had spent years in artistic circles, he understood a little... it was not that artists were particularly promiscuous, but that large numbers of people always gathered around them, using art as an excuse to do sleazy things.
Artists were merely sensitive... admittedly, some did fall in love easily, but that did not mean they could love just anyone or wanted to sleep with everything that moved!
Even those who chased one romance after another... their love might be short-lived, but at least they did not juggle multiple lovers while it lasted, much less pass off promiscuity as passion.
As for those who used art as a cover for their sleaziness, most people willing to associate with them were really much the same.
This was not the information-starved world of the past. Anyone with a little sense would never fall for that.
The girl's main purpose had been to demonstrate that she was well suited to working as an assistant in artistic circles.
Using the gentlest, most considerate words to say the most infuriating things... that was a useful skill for dealing with the flies that swarmed around.
Even Young Master had to accept all sorts of criticism if