With a snort, Rook looks up from the sketch book and gives a wry look at Midnight. Ulysse definitely would appreciate it if he'd show up to work smelling of booze.

"Black's just fine," he says easily. "Don't make a fuss about it."

His gaze returns to the drawings, enjoying the shift of colours and styles across the pages. Obviously Midnight knows how to do it all like he said.

"You always knew you gonna be an artist?" he asks curiously.