[Dan Feng's eyes don't shift away from the artwork until he hears the approaching footsteps stop. The smile he offers Yingxing is warm, even if there's perhaps a hint of self-consciousness in the way his hands hold idly to his coat. It's... interesting, how he feels in this one instance rather than any of the others.]

I do. I've started to wonder if there happens to be anything you can't do.

[There had been a time, back when he was still in his teens, where Dan Feng was embarrassed to see how people's work had ended up. Certainly he knew that he was attractive enough -- especially with how often he'd been approached over the years -- but seeing the way an artist captured his appearance had been something else entirely.

That hadn't stopped him from looking, though. Not even back then when his heart would race nervously. His heart is racing this time as well... but it has very little to do with the artwork and near everything to do with the artist.]

I'm glad you think so, really. Even though I still have trouble with over the shoulder poses.

[His hair was just so long that there was no way for him to see the particulars of how it looked in such poses. The only time he'd not needed any help was when his hair had been styled up elegantly, precisely for the purpose of helping the students understand the shapes you could get in hair.]