
The little tyke wanted his doggie in the portrait, 'cept his mother wouldn't let him. I did take pity on the lad though, he was wearing the most monsterous lacy/ruffly cravat known to decidely non-straight men that I had ever seen! Toned it down for the portrait, although had to put in the cherubic features and dewy eyes like Mumsie ordered. Sent a small copy along to Geoffrey, thought the man would rather like a portrait of his favorite nephew to tot around.
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