Vienna would never yield. That was one thing Noah liked about her. Anything he could toss at her, she batted back at him at top speed. She held his gaze, and briefly he wondered if they were going to make it through this photography session. Self-control, he cautioned himself. It's a virtue. "Well," he replied, pretending to be humble. "Excuse me, ma'am." He couldn't seem to stop smiling, though, but he guessed that was okay.
He certainly didn't have any problem with her positioning him the way she wanted him to stand, and he was very accommodating through that and the test shots she took. He even refrained from making silly faces, which he was strongly tempted to do.
Vienna changed her mind and pulled a stool over for him, and Noah obediently sat. "Like this?" He did his best to imitate the posture she was showing him. He smirked when she told him he could have passed for an actual musician. "Yeah? I always felt more natural with a gun in my hand than a guitar. Guess that comes from growing up near a firing range." It didn't perturb him that he could be thought of as a musician at least by appearance, of course. He strummed a few notes of an old Eric Clapton song, then stilled his fingers to await her next bit of direction.