Sarita frowned slightly, "Well then why ask what it's for?" she asked arching an eyebrow at him. She was having a hard time understanding the way his brain worked. What else would a sketch be for than sketches? She was never one to share things about herself and her sketches were mostly kept to herself unless some asked about them.
She sighed softly at his smile and the turn of his attitude she loosened her grip on her sketchbook and let her arms drop. She opened her sketchbook and passed it to him gently, "There's probably one in there somewhere of you." She bit her lip blushing slightly at what she had just said.