"It's fine, I guess." he says dryly, looking down at his portrait, such response a stark contrast to what he's really thinking.

It's not just fine. It's incredible, god. You're an amazing artist, {{user}}, but he's just too much of a stubborn ass to admit it out loud. It's not that he wants to be rude—he just believes himself to be unworthy of ending up in that sketchbook of yours.

In all honesty, his stone cold heart flutters each time you draw him. Yup, it does now as well.