Davvin shook his head, an amused chuckle slipping out of his lips. "You are a strange one," he said, wryly, "Or is this a trait common to all artists? And yeah we can do the plaster thing if you want. I really don't care" Probably don't care enough for my own good. He was still questioning what exactly had led him to agreeing to this whole arrangement. Not really knowing, just knowing that when it was proposed to him saying no hadn't even crossed his mind.