Noah thought that people needed things to keep them from going crazy these days. Friends, hobbies, whatever might be found to serve as a diversion. Photography seemed to him to be as good as anything. There were times when he spent upwards of an hour playing his guitar in his cell, and evidently the people living around him didn't mind that much, because no one had ever complained. Survival was the main concern of everyone, but it was true that living here enabled people to relax at least slightly.
"Here's as good a place as any," Noah said when she pulled him to where she wanted him to stand. His eyebrows lifted slowly at her next comment, and he smiled, dimples and wickedness both on display right then. "And you should quit teasing me if you wanna get decent pictures," he added. He didn't really mind, of course. Teasing seemed to be a big part of their interaction on both ends, and it was fun. He was always conscious that he couldn't slip into her bed the way she could into his, due to the presence of Bea and Ledger in her apartment, and that made the flirting and innuendo even hotter sometimes.
"How d'you want me to stand?" he asked, willing to be posed however she wanted, since she was the artiste.