Paint me
"Sit still, fraulein." grunted the male, giving her a quick glare as River sighed and sat still once more, complying to his wish. "What are you doing, Azazel?"
"Isn't that obvious. I have a sketchbook. I have a pencil. I am drawing." he stated simply, rolling his eyes once as she gave him a glance, a curious look on her face. "What are you drawing...?"
At that, Azazel slowly lowered the sketchbook and simply gave her an 'are you fucking kidding me' stare. "I am drawing the devil. Because apparently, that is what I most like doing. Who do you think I am drawing after I told them to sit still. Fluss, sometimes you really amaze me." he muttered, settling his attention back on the sketchbook before his lips twitched up once.
"I am drawing you, stupid." he muttered, shaking his head once and causing the faintest of a blush to creep onto the woman's face.
"Problem?"
"No, no not at all!"
"Now sit still, liebe."