Soren was polite enough not to lurk or lean over Artan while he drew, understanding the artist's need for some sort of privacy while the work was being created.
When he saw the finished product, he just grinned. "Toward my elbow. Left side's closest to the heart." It was a sentimental fact that betrayed Soren as the romantic he was, but he didn't really care. He was nervous and excited and curious all at once. Artan could think he was a wuss if he wanted.