"You're so unromantic. I think all art requires some measure of love." She smiled a bit. 

Watching Roxy go to the door, Devika felt a little flutter of fear. It was just the unknown, calling to her. She hadn't seen another person for weeks, not counting Roxy, and she was praying that this first encounter went smoothly. 

She had to talk, to get the fear out of her system. "Where do you get your ideas from? Is it something that comes from your own mind, or do you just bang it out on the metal and see what happens?"