It's a tree, Freddie notices, as Noah makes the startled mark into a branch, the lines fluid and natural, arcing up along Freddie's wall. Not what he would've elected to put there, but he likes it, he can say that much.

He watches for a moment before he turning his attention back to his own design, eyebrow arching when Noah starts speaking again. "That so?" he asks, glancing over at Noah out the corner of his eye, lips curling into a smirk. Strangely, he finds himself thinking of Philip, of the last time they'd been together when Philip had goaded him into fucking bare. They hadn't then, Freddie far too careful for that kind of thing, but he had been tempted.

Very tempted.

Drawing another sharp line, he asks, "How d'ya know?"