"You're a modest saint," Sera teased him. She didn't really notice his lack of segue, because she'd had to take a brief moment to reflect on how smokingly hot he was and how much of a shame it was that he'd never give her a go. Not that Sera gave her favors to any and every man, but for this one she'd make an exception, were he so inclined. She'd dropped her gaze, smiling faintly before lifting her head again, and she missed the flicker of black in his eyes.
"Doesn't seem like such a terrible fate to me," she said of having to marry him. She continued to flirt even though she knew it wouldn't get her anywhere; how sad was that? Maybe it was just her nature.
Good Lord, she'd do anything he asked her to, Sera realized. She'd wanted to lure him up to her room just for the hell of it, but his phrasing made his request seem perfectly reasonable. "I could," she said. "At least a sketchbook. You might miss something that way, but if you're willing to take the risk, so am I."