All right then. That pose is fine, but raise your head a little more, please.

[How about having the most polite photographer around? Shalem smiles, expression soft despite the tired circles under his eyes. Then he lowers the camera, allowing it to hang from his neck via the strap, and heads towards his current model.] Are you uncomfortable? Is it the clothes, or the hair?

Please bear with it a little, otherwise the make-up might fade or wipe off, and we'll have to take longer. Don't worry, I'll watch out for you, hm?

[Look, he wants this done quickly so they can move on. The dark circles on his face are not for show, after all. He's tired... and, well, a bit uncomfortable with the amount of people and noise in this one building.]

[The thing about Shalem's pretty face and preference for covering up is that he's hiding what he actually looks like-- he's actually kinda jacked, hence why the firefighters are insistent on having him model as well. He really can't fight against the horde when they're unanimous like this. And have a number of handsome, well-built men around as well.

He is a weak, weak man.

So here he is, hair tied up in a neater tail than usual, scarred arms bare, and cleavage scandalously exposed, posing for the camera. For his photographer however, if he notices them having trouble just trying to find the right angles or simply getting shots they're happy with, he'll wander over with his hands behind his back, curious, and a little amused.]

It's not as easy as it seems, does it? [he chuckles softly, but it's not meant to be condescending in any way.] We could take a break and I'll give you a few tips, or perhaps we could continue, and I'll pose the way I want to, and you needn't do much but press the shutter. What do you say?