"You're the first person to complain over the course of three hundred years. I'm sure it's not that bad," he teases.

"But good. The more still you stay, the less chance I have of fucking this up. And lord knows I need help to do this properly." He's being deliberately modest. He's had hundreds of years to practice his drawing. By now he's pretty good. Not spectacular but good. Enough that Nancy should be pleased with it.

"Is this drawing for anyone special?"