"I just draw what's there," he demurs but wears a pleased little smile as he tears the other two apart and tucks them back into the notebook's cover. He considers his sketchbook and Watson for a moment longer, he does so love to gossip, but drawings are a different sort of secret than implications.

He gives Watson a cute, over the top, flirty look as he snaps the little book closed.

"If you ever want to be sketched, it's been a while since I've had a new model," he tells him with a waggle of eyebrows. He isn't actually interested, Watson is a nice fellow and cute enough, but too...something. Not quite Lucius's type. Fun to tease, though.