I AM THE FUCKING STRONG

"Is.. Is that so..?"

"Yes, that is so." He nodded. He forced a smile and nodded. "You may look. I hope that it captures the beauty I see in you." He showed the girl the drawing he had started. It was the frame works so far. Nothing too in detail, nothing finished yet. "Its not done, of course, but I was working on it." He let her know before she asked him if it was finished or not. He would be done soon, but for now this is how it was. Hopefully she liked it either way.

"You think its odd?" He asked, tilting his head a bit. "Perhaps that's because you don't realize your own beauty." He smiled and nodded. "You don't have to stand still, really. I'm used to drawing while people are moving, but I do appreciate the fact that you are willing to take the time out of your day to pose for me so I can finish." He nodded and looked down at his sketch book, starting to sketch again. "It will only take a moment. I've gotten better at this lately." He nodded again and began to draw again.

Threaten my muse with the following: [psychopath edition]