She watches him as he goes over her drawings, and she wishes she had parchment and charcoal in her hands right then. He's so expressive and she sees thoughts and feelings flit across his features that the artist in her longs to capture.

When he chooses one, she smiles, nods, and reaches for a knife. There's no crude ripping off the page. She carefully slices the paper clean off the binding, without ruining the page below.

"There. And if you ever want another, well... I draw him all the time." She blushes at the admission, because she really does. Love made Arthur her favorite subject.