Niles leans over September's shoulder to get a better look at this new picture. He nods, appraisingly, like an art historian admiring a Rembrandt.

"The artist is very skilled. The delicate coloring of the tentacles make them seem to glisten as if wet. And the expression on your face...it's...it's like unto Prometheus Bound."

He turns to the fan.

"How much for this piece of work?"

It's not actually to his style or tastes, but it is skillfully done. And it's worth a few emeralds to tease September. He could make a point of hanging it on his wall any time he knows that September is coming by, discomfiting him would give Niles an edge up in all their interactions and Niles is all about giving himself advantages.