It seems a fair trade. Alas, I have nothing better to do; lamentations and soliloquys will put neither coin in my pocket nor my name on the lips of the public. But what would you have me write for you, monsieur?
Ah, poet. I do not claim to know what your muse is this week. Please write whatever it is that makes you happy- on one condition. The poem that you write will influence how I will draw your portrait, so choose wisely, O Pierre.