Barrett grinned at Elias, the smile softening on the corners, something more genuine in response to the other's greeting. He shook his head at the question, "I thought I was pretty particular about the not painting part," he said, grabbing and seat and pulling it up to sit just behind Elias, so he could see what he was doing, but not be in the way of any of the students. "I'll just watch, see if I see anything interesting in your painting there, ya know," he settled in the seat, staring at Elias's easel as he scratched a hand over the shaved part of his face, fingers trailing over his mark, without thought. "I won't even be a nuisance, promise."