He waits with baited breath, wondering if perhaps this time She will show approval for his work. He might lack the mortal capacity to create, but he can modify-improve upon-pre-established designs.

"I have seen the likeness of this before," She sighs, bored. "Your decision to switch the silver with platinum does not make it unique."

He flinches. "I will attempt-"

"Do not bother; I am sure I will have seen some earlier version of whatever you recreate."

Perhaps if he finds it before She can, and modifies it to his own liking, then She will appreciate his work.