[Asch lifts a brow at his surprise, then glances down at the sketch again. An improvement? Eh, maybe. He hasn't put much thought into his skills (or, occasionally, lack thereof) or whether or not he's gotten better at it. After a moment he tugs at the corner of the sheet and tears it free of the sketchbook, offering it out.]
..... /FLIPS, IT'S ANNOYING NOW
Take it, if you want it. I don't.