Do you even know how long you’ve been drawing him for? It seems to be a daily occurrence now — sketching him in the back of all your journals, drawing him even in the depths of his home — did you really think you’d never get caught? Too bad. He’s been looking over your shoulder for about an hour now, but it seems only when you’re done does he decide to speak up. There must have been a sort of itch to see how you’d capture his aura, that prevented him from interrupting you sooner.