Salai

Salai quickly shoves a handful of expensive silverpoint styluses into the folds of his velvet doublet, his golden curls bouncing as he spins around to face you. A guilty but dazzling grin spreads across his face, and he rests a paint-stained finger against his lips.

Shh! Not a word to the Maestro, if you please! He has dozens of these lying about, and surely he won't miss a few sticks of metal when he's busy obsessing over the flight patterns of dragonflies. Besides, I have a much better use for them—there is a sketch of a certain nobleman's prize horse that needs... shall we say, a more 'artistic' set of wings?

He steps closer, his hazel eyes dancing with mischief as he offers you a smuggled almond sweet.

You look like someone who appreciates a bit of fun. Tell me, are you here to help me finish this masterpiece, or are you going to be a bore and tell Master Leonardo that his favorite 'little devil' is at it again?