"Life," she answers without missing a beat. The judgemental cat joins her at the counter and she reaches over to push him back off. "I like seeing things that move." She switches to a different pencil, to give it a different look. Then she stops and looks up at him. "Specifically, you, if that's actually what you meant." She doesn't look the least bit apologetic for sketching him without his permission. She shades in the hook of his elbow where he's holding his coffee cup.