He doesn't answer immediately, flipping further into his sketchbook to tear out a blank page, setting it on the opposite knee as his sketchbook. Bringing two fingers up to his chest, he focuses his Chakra, willing some of the charcoal dust to come to lift and drift to the second sheet of paper. Within seconds, an exact, if somewhat lighter grey, copy of the Kersplatted picture is revealed, and Sai closes the sketchbook, saving his original for himself.

His eyes crinkle in another attempted smile as he offers the sheet up to the other man. "Ah, no, I am afraid not. Not since I was a child, you see."