Odd as it is, inspiration DOES strike Samael once in a while, and with quick strokes, he drew, a being of pure white, of pureness so strong, so innocence, it could brighten the room, but honestly, he disliked it, loathed it even, such foreign an emotion it was, but he felt as if he could tear the picture in two.
But he cannot. He was bound by his dreams. They stop him from doing it. He was obsessed with his dreams, his drawings. They were the only thing in this world that made sense to him.
And soon, they were done, the being donned in pure holiness, and the other picture of his master, and one more of the two facing each other off... in a battle that scorched the land.
Standing up, having long since ceased his mechanical petting, Samael left his paper and charcoal with Tanner, before moving towards another person. He hated approaching others, it just wasn't him, his disorder forbade him to even think about socializing with anyone except for inanimate objects.
So, it was with great reluctance that he approached Aaron, and deposited the painting of one pure being, in said Aaron's lap, before moving away, down the hall, away from everybody, away towards the person he rather be with, his master. Two guards were in his way, obviously, no one was to visit Alexxi, so Samael simply held out the picture with only his master in it, and pointed at the door. He wished to give this paper with a drawing to the person inside, is that illegal too?