Klaus took the sketchbook from the young witch, flipping through it with an interest that didn't need to be feigned. Artwork was his one, true love, one that had stuck with him throughout the years when many others had come and gone. His eyes glanced over the sketches, appreciating the lines and the skill of the work.
"You're quite gifted," he remarked at last, not having to lie about that either "Tell me, do you paint as well?"