He was enjoying their back-and-forth, and his gaze lingered on her features with a mix of admiration and rivalry.

She rolled her eyes, feigning annoyance, but there was a hint of a smile forming at the corner of her mouth.

It was rare for him to engage in anything resembling a calm conversation with her, and she found herself curious about his intentions, as she was so used to their heated arguments and debates.

"Just admit you like the challenge I give you," he pressed on, still smirking, watching her reaction carefully as he continued to study her sketch, taking note of the details and techniques she used. Even though he hid it well, he was amazed by her talent. She met his gaze for a moment, considering his words.

"The only challenge you offer is to my patience," she countered, though a touch of banter sparked between them, a subtle shift in their dynamic. She couldn't help but notice his genuine interest in her work.

"Oh, come on, let's call it what it really is—satisfaction," he suggested, a teasing edge to his voice. For once, he wasn't being confrontational or intentionally provoking her; instead, there was a subtle flirtation in his words, a rare softness that seemed to peek through the cracks of his usual confident facade.