A quiet bark of laughter escaped his throat, more like a particularly loud exhale than an actual chuckle, but a close enough approximation for Nikolai. Ferran’s response was perfect. Slipping his hands into his pockets, he leaned against the wall next to the door, watching Ferran’s lip in as covert a manner as he could manage.
Somehow taking a picture hadn’t occurred to him. He tilted his head questioningly and lifted his eyebrows, smile from before still present. I like that idea. Do you mind? In reality, he wanted to jump at the offer, though he tried not to think about why it appealed to him so strongly. Normally the preservation of his art wasn’t something that weighed on his mind. This apparently changed when Ferran was involved.