[He looks when she turns the paper to him, laughing at the added words. He'd sort of thought she'd been doodling something about him (he'd flipped through her sketchpad once and seen pictures of what he could only assume were people she'd met and old friends, but there'd been a lot of him in all manner of poses. Some were a little... nothing he'd show his dad to prove she was good at what she did. It's easy to see what it is and that it's his profile etched out and he sits up, then moves to crawl over to her.]

It's great. Beautiful. Just like you. You get one reward kiss. Where would you like this kiss, Mistress of the Artists?