"Yeah?" Davian smirked, looking at her now and studying her face. It seemed Kana was taking his request to heart and he gave a satisfied little grunt.
"So," he reached forward and took her sketchbook from her, swatting away her hands as he leaned back in the seat, tucking his knees up against the edge of the table. With her sketchbook resting against his bent legs now, he flipped through some pages. "Who comes to a party and sits there being all anti-social drawing foxes?"
Glancing up at her, his brown eyes not malicious at all, Davian added, "And without a real drink."