There's mischief in his grin as he goes on, unapologetic as he toys with the scenario.

"Ooooor~ we could say 't's a rare for of Art Romantic fr'm over on the south shores." He chuckles a bit at the idea, but apparently wasn't enough of a con-man to actually consider it, adding an easy "not that anyone'd believe it." He doesn't understand art, but he's fairly sure anyone with eyes would know better. Right?

He snickers again, but the tilt of his head turns curious as he considers it. "Is there a form of art y' like, or that's not somethin' for you either?"

There are people who appreciate art for the beauty of it, after all. To Esteban, it's mostly all the same thing; dabs of colours he can't understand. But he can at least listen to someone if they enjoy the arts for their own sake.