Elias chuckled as Barrett spoke. He didn't mind the craft of those he taught. Art after all, was at least half internal. It didn't matter if nothing came out of the project if something good came of it inside. He didn't teach to bring up new Rafaels and Michaelangelos. He taught for the sake of the people. "That's fine. It might do you some good though. You'll see. If you keep coming around, I'll get a paintbrush into your hands." Lord knew he'd managed it plenty of times before; even his nephew caved at some point. At the mention of his own art though, he turned his eyes away, a half smile ghosting over his face for just one second. "Perhaps. One day, perhaps..."