EDIT: Okay, I've like changed the title of this thing for the third time XD
I imagine he's standing there on Becket's deck being irritated by some dude in a powdery white wig and then, with his acute, supernatural senses detects a faint stirring in fate that seals his doom.
Drew this sketch while camped at my uncles. YAY I DREWED AGIN! Very therapeutic in both artsum and fandum.
Colored it on photoshop.