“You have a formidable talent – especially in oils, my favorite medium,” he said, giving her a smile across the desk. “Thank you,” Erin responded shyly, casting her smile to the floor. “In fact,” he continued, “I’d like to commission you to do a portrait – a sitting portrait of myself.” She gasped and met his gaze. “Really? Wow! I would … well, if you think I’m ready … I would jump at the chance to … I mean … anything you want,” she stuttered, cringing as the words came out. He was her favorite art teacher and he made her a nervous wreck. “I shall wear my best suit,” he said gently, noting her discomfort, “and we’ll paint it here at the school. Let’s speak later about the cost and timing; I don’t want to make you late for your next class.” “Okay,” Erin said, getting up and moving to the door. “Thanks, Mr. Gray.” When she’d left, Dorian Gray wondered where he’d put this next painting; maybe he’d display it proudly in the sitting room and not put it in the attic with the others.