[ Magnus rolls a shoulder in a broad and easy shrug... Though, of course, it's hard for his shrugs to be anything but broad. ]

Perhaps you have, or perhaps you haven't. I can't say whether my work is anything that would attract your interest.

[ There's a pause, then. Magnus leans back in his seat and inclines his head, studying Hauisang openly now. Probably, he had met the referenced brother at least once, but the truth is that, despite technically falling into that category himself, he had less association with its other donors than he did it's employees.

However, that isn't the reason for the curious gaze of his single eye. ]

If your responsibilities leave you with no spare time to explore a hobby, that's a shame. I'm no artist myself, but I think the world is a poorer place for every painter and poet unable to pursue their talents.