"Oh, I bet you weren't aware, you little minx," Graham practically purred teasingly, before dropping the little act and giving into a charming grin of his own. "Sorry, joking."
He raised his brow interestedly when she talked about her future profession. "Ah, so you're an artist, how lovely. Do you paint? Draw? What sort of thing are you into - still life, ah, portraits, I suppose?"
He chuckled lightly. "I'm absolutely rubbish at drawing. Stick figures, that's it for me. Good thing I'm a writer." He flashed a playful little wink at her, before taking a sip of his wine.