"No, I don't think so," Eloise replied, giving Wayne's face a cursory look-over. Nope, no ink the be found. Dubiously, she eyed the textbook that was sitting open before her friend. "...but it looks as though the page is doing more absorbing than you are."
She rounded the table and sat smartly in the chair across from Wayne, still fixing her eyes on the book. "What're you trying to accomplish, exactly?"