No, Rubee's eyes should be more developed than what he had on paper right now. He erased a tiny bit and the worked in the slant a bit more, focusing on his memory of the woman. Cameron tensed, his hand going to his hip almost instantly on reflex. But this time there were no knives there for him to pull out and he grimaced. Due to being so caught up in sketching he had completely forgotten where he currently was placed. He was in the Teahouse, not out on the streets or hanging around with his beloved gang back at home.<br/><br/>He cleared his throat. "Nothing much, just passing the time while I waited for you to return." Cameron told her, not lying about anything since it wasn't his style to do so. He put his utensils back in their slim holder and closed the sketchbook as he looked up at her. "Yes, I like to draw people and your body is one of the most fascinating ones I've seen in a long time." Cameron said with a smile, letting his eyes flicker over her form almost subconsciously as he tried to pick out if he had done anything wrong with the picture below.<br/><br/>The white haired male stood as he tucked his sketchbook under one arm and placed the slim container into a pocket. "So did the client meet up with Zara?" He asked, wanting to know if the man had been satisfied. Despite his annoyance at not being chosen, he still wanted to make sure the guests were content with their purchase.