[ he gives a light laugh at the quip, mostly because it's such a stupid thing to say, but, ] Nah, as if. Might draw you with puppies, though, if you want.

[ he'd like it, he thinks, doing a proper drawing of him instead of this quick one from memory. and for a moment, he just looks at him, the little smile on his lips, and — well, the sidelong glance and the suggestion come at exactly the right time, charles startling slightly but then laughing as he picks up the pen from where it's fallen, to the little space between them on the floor. ]

Now that you've said it, you gotta do it.

[ then, holding out the pen to him with a grin that sparkles with mischief, ] Promise not to burn it, honest.