Freddie doesn't respond right away, quiet as he thinks it over. He's seen a few of Noah's pieces, most notably the one he'd done of Freddie that they put on display. He knows Noah's style well enough to note that it's not very similar to his own. More realistic and natural where Freddie tends toward geometric and angular. A bit abstract.

At least when he's not doing comics, though he hasn't tried those in years.

"Sure," he says eventually, ignoring the strange feeling in his gut, a flicker that he's getting too close, that this is all becoming too much. "Can't blame me if you think it's shit though."