He frowned again, but only slightly, brushing a long strand of blonde hair from his face. John had the kind of long blonde hair that looked as if it could be beautiful were it treated properly -- washed, maybe trimmed, but he always simply brushed it back from his face and that was that. He tapped his lip with his pencil.

"Tell me what? It's just a drawing," he said finally, after a quiet contemplation. He shook his head, smiling again and touching the underside of the sketchbook. "No price... I couldn't ask you for something I just drew on my own."