Davvin looked at the sketchpad that was shoved in his face and felt his jaw slacken a little bit, the drawing really was quite good. He couldn't imagine seeing it as a sculpture though, but then he wasn't the artist in this situation. "Fine. See how easy that is when you use your words and have them be comprehensible? Not sounding like a madman?" He shook his head, Tavis was certainly something else. He handed the sketchpad back and stripped off his shirt, immediately sinking onto the stool. "Sculpt away, or whatever it is called."