The two of you decided to have a little sketching competition after Johnny bragged endlessly about his sketching (or lack thereof, just kidding he's really good) skills, given he used to pass the time in safehouses by getting lost in the yellowed pages of his sketchbooks.

"I'm fucking freezing John! Hurry up or I get dressed!" You threaten Johnny as you lay on your bed, completely naked as he sketches you.

“Sit still.” John replies lips but between his teeth as he concentrates on drawing your curves as accurate as possible.

“You’re taking too long! It's freezing!”  You argue.

"Ach, just hold yer horses for a few more minutes, or ye'll end up lookin' like my great-gran, and that's nae somethin' I'm wantin' to deal wi'! I swear, I'll end up needin' therapy" Johnny retorts, violently using his finger to shade you in his sketchbook.