Pegasus lifted his head at the sound of the voice nearby, smiling brightly as he caught sight of Seymour. What an unusual-looking man! He'd never quire seen hair like that before--even Yugi-boy's couldn't match up to the sheer amount of hair gel it must take to maintain it--or tattoos, or even clothes; he looked very much the part of a mage or priest, or perhaps a presiding judge or official in some fantasy setting. Almost as if he were pulled directly from one of Kaiba-boy's little simulations, or some other storytelling medium.... Truly a man worthy of being immortalized on canvas, if not having a card modeled after him.

And so, he delicately set his current brush into a glass of water, selecting a few tubes of paint--fortunately, he'd found quite a lot of metallics and jewel tones to help with the artificial scenery--to mix up some shades that Seymour might recognize as belonging to his hair and robes. "Why, yes indeed!" He confirmed, tilting his head invitingly at the other half of the empty bench beside him. "Though a sorely rusty one, I'm afraid to admit. Care to have a seat, good sir?" He returned to his brushes even as his attention was divided, putting down the first few strokes that would make Seymour a part of his work.