After finishing his drawing Virgil was left with nothing to do, he had gained the smells, he had drawn a picture, and all that was left to do was...socialize. Virgil hated that, talking to people. They always had something to say about one thing or another, not like the crocs. They were quiet, calming, and more importantly respectful. Humans don't really care about anyone but themselves, his "family" taught him that. 

Not really wanting to start a conversation, Virgil continued to sit in his chair and relax. It wasn't a rock out in the swamps, but it was as good as he was going to get. With a dejected sigh, Virgil sunk himself deeper into the chair and waited until lunch.