The sound of a chair screeching from it's place had irked Pygmalion. It disrupted his train of thought. He clipped his head to the side continuing to write until he'd at least finished off his sentence. He would never leave a thought hanging in mid air, it would disrupt his way.
He ignored Hephaestus still, not looking up from his focus while he spoke. "Who's making the observation?" He was ordinary to look at, even in ancient times the fact that a man like he was given such beauty seemed almost absurd.