The dark-haired woman laughed again; warmer this time, more affectionate as she tossed her head back. How... predictable. Brenna turned her smile on him once again, brighter in her genuine pleasure that she was able to read him so easily. How she could, however, remained a mystery. It wasn't as if she hadn't ever been aware of her feminine wiles; she'd just never felt it necessary to put them to use. "I would like to see," Brenna replied. She leaned across the table, affording him a quick glimpse of cleavage as she reached for her journal and tucked it back in her bag before closing his sketchbook and offering it to him.