He stopped and crossed his arms across his chest to watch her scribble away on a piece of parchment. She didn't seem bothered in the least to have him looming over her like an oversized gargoyle.
Greg took the offered drawing and hid how impressed he was with it behind a glower. "No," he said shortly, peering at the details closely. While he didn't know every piece squirrled away in this building, he knew enough to be nearly certain that there wasn't anything like this in storage. It was too personalized and the motif wasn't one that usually went on rockers.