Yukimura rather likes that confidence in her tone. It speaks of an inner strength beneath her flowery disposition. How many has she taken off-guard with that sort of gentle fierceness, he wonders?

"I see. I'm glad to hear it."

One of the first rules of art is to draw what you see. This isn't intuitive; the instinct is to draw from memory. Yukimura is well familiar with this rule by now, and has simply applied it with barely a thought; a conversational partner seated across from him is a natural subject. Of course, the fact he finds Flayn cute, engaging, and easy to like doesn't hurt, either. But the goal is to practice sketching a live model.

"Ah, this? Well, I think it's bit like a symphony. One line alone can't create dimension, but when many of them together create a shape, the illusion becomes more possible." He pauses to survey Flayn's progress.

"Is this your first art class?"