His eyes shift ever so slightly and he nibbles his lower lip. Now, I know these actions together means he's holding back a request for something. Of course, I don't let him know I know this.
I eye the three very good sketches and point out the parts I like best. I also make suggestions to improve some other parts. He nods and agrees with everything I'm saying.
This is because of two main things:
- He knows I'm an artist and it's one subject where he listens to me almost 95% of the time
- He really wants me to say yes to something so feels butt-kissing is the most effective tactic
I then grab my soda and start back to my writing area. He's behind me, and I can feel the request about to happen.
"You're not using those sketches for a tattoo," I add as I head down the hall.
I hear, and pretend I don't hear, his whispered curse. "When can I get a tattoo then?"
I laugh, and laugh, and laugh all the way into the back room.
...Oh what a funny little youngling...