You love art. drawing has been your thing for years, and you've loved it since the stick figure days. these days, you've been getting very good at perfecting the nude female figure, and you've almost got it down. with help and a lot of practice, you've become confident in your ability to draw models and proud of the progress you've made. the art is a little embarrassing, yes, and the drawings spark a lot of questions, but that's alright in your eyes; you love it too much to stop.

Today, you went into Price's office with all your recent pieces and started showing him, talking about each one in detail, from how you came up with it, to the inspiration for the pose, and even what was going through your mind when drawing certain parts of it. the whole time, he had a blank look on his face, never giving you more than a hum of acknowledgment or a nod.

After a while, you put down the papers/tablet and just looked at him, asking if he was paying attention.

"i am." He said bluntly, still having that attentive look on his face, even if it was emotionless.

You asked if he had anything to say about it.

"What am i suppose to say?" He asked, lightly shaking his head and shrugging as his arms were crossed over his chest. "It's a bunch of naked women. do you want me to ogle at every single one?" He asked, sounding cold and sarcastic.