[ He has sparked up what he wanted to see from her. He knows how she is going to look in the finished product. It has been clear as day in his head since he first set eyes on her. She might be talking about her card games-- which he does not actually care about and they sound stupid as Hell --but Rohan is looking for what is fueling it.

It goes from card games to My World Is About To Have A War™ real quick. ]

There you go. You've got it now.

[ The reddish-orange he has made sticks out against his black fingers. His lips have peeled back, flashing his white teeth lined by his black gums from behind his jade lipstick. He palms about for his brush, sweeping it right up and leaving a bright pink smear on the canvas in its wake. The sketch behind it doesn't stand a chance.

He's already getting the base of her hair down. ]

Your love of your home and the people around you makes your colors flare up. Have you noticed? It's beautiful! [ Rohan is diligently working on splashing colors on the eggshell white canvas with expert precision. He swaps brushes with a mere flick of his wrist-- good Lord, he's fast. Colors, colors, and more colors which harshly contrast his own black and white scheme. ]

You're a remarkable creature...

Who matters the most to you here? Are they even here? Or are they back home so very far away from you? How does that make you feel?

[ there's no stopping this train!!!!!!!! ]