She takes her time studying each photograph, finding this glimpse into his past rather fascinating. A subtle grin remains on her face all the while, particularly as she notices the common theme - he's always in group settings, always the same barely there smile she's grown accustomed to and rather fond of. She guesses the wedding photo is that of his parents, and notes the resemblance he has to his father. "You look quite a bit like him," she comments, turning from the photos as he brings the glass of wine. "Except for the -" she gestures to his moustache-less face with a grin, nodding a thanks as she takes the glass from him.

She takes a sip and savors it for a moment before answering with a shake of her head. "No cameras, though the technology for it is not far off. Most of our technological advances come from magic first, then are brought into being with more practical means," she explains. "As for now, yes, regrettably," she drags the word out with some emphasis, "it is painted portraits only, and they are absolutely as tedious to sit for as you might imagine." She chuckles a bit and takes another sip of her wine.

"It's usually only nobility that has their portraits painted, but mages are often hired in positions to serve the nobles, so we're roped into it occasionally as well. My former teacher, Tissaia, would insist that having one's likeness captured is a high honor and ought to be taken seriously." She lifts a brow, indicating she does not necessarily agree, but there's warmth in her tone when speaking of her former mentor.