Ico got a very certain nod and a brighter smile when he said the name right. One hurdle jumped, at least!

Of course, the smile kind of faltered at the questions – this time, not for a flurry, but for the content itself. Jericho was still quite timid about his art at that time, still unused to having an audience or any kind of critique beyond his own and a very, very select few. His face grew a bit red, though mercifully hard to see in the gloom, and his shoulders drew up again out of a reflexive, timid habit. He shook his head quickly, smile crooked, as one hand lifted and tried to dismiss the idea.