[And now they've managed to fluster him in in turn.]
Oh no, I promise I'm quite sincere. I actually am an artist, I -- [He fumbles through the pockets of his rather oversized coat until he finally manages to retrieve a sketchbook, flipping through it until he arrives on a sketched portrait of Erik Osborne, smirking at the viewer as if they've just confided in him a delicious secret.]
Here. [He says, almost shyly as he slides it over to Bronwyn's side of the table.]
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Oh no, I promise I'm quite sincere. I actually am an artist, I -- [He fumbles through the pockets of his rather oversized coat until he finally manages to retrieve a sketchbook, flipping through it until he arrives on a sketched portrait of Erik Osborne, smirking at the viewer as if they've just confided in him a delicious secret.]
Here. [He says, almost shyly as he slides it over to Bronwyn's side of the table.]