[Of course his focus remained solely on the page as he doodled and wrote alike, though it's not until he sees the shadow cast on his work that he even notices that there is someone else in the room with him. He was already steeling himself for admonishment about holding onto these beliefs despite them being foreign and having absolutely no hold in this place as he had already been told many a time previously.

But then when he speaks he pauses, placing a name and face to the words and tone. If it were someone else he may have been somewhat offended by his actions, but he's lowering his quill with a small hint of a smile.]

Only an artist when it comes to things that have already been created, perhaps. Though no, it is merely a study to keep my mind sharp and to remind me of what I must hold onto here. [Nor does he turn to face him just yet, figuring that he'll take a seat if he really wants to talk with him as casually as he already is.]

I certainly have no intentions on stopping my study and understanding of my life while in this place, whether they appreciate it or not. [Or whether they want to punish him for it, though he's yet to really see anyone both other than scoff at him about how it's all useless humanity nonsense.]