Sometime. [but he smiles at the comment] If you would still like to later, of course.

[it really is all flower studies, that he has done. He can draw figures fairly well, but he is not in the habit of doing so - no one likes faces, eyes following them from the Teahouse walls... ]

Well, yes. A noise that obvious is sure to draw anyone’s attention.

[he can’t lean down to properly address the pointed, despairing yet fond look he has for Lula, so he directs it at Dazai instead, being her partner in crime.]

But her means are subtler, of course - pandering for attention...

[and is Linneus guilty of such means himself...? Well, on occasion. At a certain point of familiarity...]

And of your interests? [catching himself, the cup half lifted to his lips] ...Dazai?

[...it sounds so strange to him without anything behind it. Even Just Dazai would feel better...]