Laurence looked up with a start, his cheeks already beginning to redden, feeling rather like a young boy caught in the act of doing something extremely naughty. He had been so engrossed in the book, that the other man's movements behind him went completely unnoticed. He had known that on occasion Granby drew him, but he had not thought much of it, thinking himself no more important than any other bit of Granby's surroundings that he might choose to draw. Never had he thought he might feature so... prominently.

"Granby, I--" But he had no real excuse.