[Idly Junpei wonders who exactly has given Charles cause to be nervous like that - even with a comfortable buzz, still admiring the drawing, it's difficult to miss - and what for, when he's obviously talented. Somehow that feels even more out of line to ask about than the myriad deaths, so—instead,]

Unless you draw me, I don't know, kicking puppies or something, I think you're good.

[Although look how totally wiped out he looks there, how unflattering... No, no, the art is great. Junpei's mildly surprised he earned a spot among "the good parts" at all, given what bad company he must have been; it is flattering, actually.

The longer he looks at the drawing the more he's subconsciously sort of - mirroring his own tired little smile back at it, which is definitely embarrassing, please don't perceive him, thank you.]

You'd probably have to burn it afterwards if I tried to draw you.

[Ha ha... he turns his head just slightly, to give Charles a sidelong look. Unless...........?]