Illya & Rogue
"Thanks," she said. "Ah certainly do." Picking up the glass, she took a sip, then idly leaned back in her chair to look around at all the other people for a moment, then back to him. Eyes as green as her gloves fell to the notebook under his hands, and Rogue sat up curiously, head tilted.
"That your sketchbook?" She hadn't been sure he'd actually bring it and was glad he did. She was a fan of fashion and was interested in seeing what he'd designed exactly, just out of curiosity. Plus, since he was an architect, Marian hoped for one or two drawings of buildings he'd designed. "Are you gonna keep hidin' it, or can Ah see it?"