"You'd be perfect," James says, using his fingers to create an imaginary box around their face as he stands back. "It's not like you have any bad angles, I dunno why you're so against letting me take pictures of you."

He smiles, lowing his hands slightly. "Don't you trust my artistic abilities? You really think I'd get accepted if I, like, couldn't paint?"

"I'll even take you out," he tries to offer. "Like, romantically. Or platonically, whichever one you prefer."

"Buuuuuuuut," he holds his hand out, turning his head away like a spoiled kid. "But, only if I get to take pictures. Candid photos, people like that, right?"

Waving his hand, as if dismissing any of their concerns, he sighs in defeat. He knew they'd say no, even if they haven't given him an answer yet, he's been pestering them about it for ages. He's getting tired of using himself as references, he wants something, someone, pretty. Is that such a crime?

"And use those pictures for my projects. I'm not being boyfriend-but-not-actually-your-boyfriend for free!"