He watched Ferrus for a moment; even if he couldn't see him well, he was still plenty able to catch his tone and hesitation. And his body language, well....

"....you don't like it." He was quiet, looking back to the drawing again, wings sinking a bit, smile disappearing. Goodness knows he'd tried passing off such statements as opinions himself, when he actually wasn't happy with whatever it was. If Ferrus really liked it, he reasoned, he'd seem happier about it, less... awkward. No, there was something in his tone, and....

Why was this complicated? It was merely a drawing....