Emlyn laughed softly at her insistence that she wouldn't miss a thing, but let it pass without comment. He watched her unashamedly as she retreated into her room, considering for a brief moment whether he should follow, take the lead in this quick-stepping, light-footed game, but deciding after a split second's thought not yet. She returned soon enough anyway, and he watched as she set the sketchbook down on the coffee table, making sure he caught every movement. You're not the only one who doesn't miss anything, Mina. Regardless of whether or not she had the talent of moving faster than the human eye could follow... that, admittedly, had been a touch unnerving, but he wasn't about to be put off.
He let his gaze wander to the canvas she indicated, quirking an appreciative eyebrow. "Interesting," he commented. There was a small waterfall on his father's estate, but he decided now wasn't the time for personal anecdotes. "You have a unique style." He left that for her to decide whether it was a compliment or not.
He kept his eye on her as he set his own sketchbook down for her to take whenever she wished, and picked hers up, flicking the edges of the pages but not looking inside yet. "What's in here, then?" he asked lightly. "More landscapes? I'm a portrait person, myself." Dozens of them in that book, all pencil sketches, technically realistic -- or at least drawn in a realistic style -- but all featuring people who were quite unusually beautiful. Most of them he hadn't had to touch up all that much to make them perfect. He had an eye for beautiful people.