Whoa. She was giving him the copy. That's surprising. "Oh, well that does make this one even more unique!" Tristan was still flipping the pages carefully, smiling. His hands were full of ink and didn't want to smudge the paper. His vision was blurry and couldn't read the text, but thought it unecessary to put on his glasses.

His head snapped up as Sienna asked for his help. With raised eyebrows, his blue eyes wandered from her to the pictures... which were of some Quidditch person. Looking all proud with his silly broom. And oh look, there he was, in the air, flying, only holding onto the thin wooden stick with one hand... Hrmph.

"Uuummmm..." he said, grimacing as he thought.
What, she guessed that since he was a guy he should know everything about that blasted game or 'sport'? Well he didn't. Tristan disliked Quidditch. Since he always fell from the broom. "I think that one," he pointed with an inked finger, "where he's holding the cup. He radiates champion." Sillyness.

"Or it depends on the article, I suppose... You want to make him a hero or make him seem like the boy-next-door type of guy?" he cocked an eyebrow at Sienna. She must probably find that man the greatest man ever.

What was it with women and sporty men?