Romeo looked around himself, a little unsure how exactly this all worked. "So, you have the sketches, yes?" he said. Then he spied the sample books, and excitedly seized one, paging through it slowly as he moved to stand next to her, wanting her to share in his discovery (though he was aware she knew just what was in the books).
"So many designs," he marvelled. "I like this rabbit, and this one here, this angel? I love the way the wings sweep, so." He looked up at her, for a moment startled at their accidental proximity, then teasingly he put on an almost regretful face. "I fear, Miss Stacey, that I may not be able to stop with just one," he said in a serious tone, but his twinkling eyes gave away the joke.