"Sounds like a man after my own heart," he says, heading to the corner bar and getting into a small fridge. He came back with two cold bottles of American domestic beer, handing one to Ex.

He isn't sure what question he was expecting, but that makes him light up. He gives Ex a long, curious look before he starts a slow, curious look around the room. There were several pieces by big name artists who were hung in museums.

"Well that one you're looking at most certainly can't be,' he says with a wicked smile. "It's currently on loan to the Met, after all. The one over there is in the Louvre still, I think."

He's not denying they're originals, he's just testing to try and find just how much Ex knows.