Elias continued his lesson, only offering a few more examples of technique before going silent. The three he had illustrated sat on different swatches on the same paper, offering only a glimpse of his real talent and not much in terms of artistic aesthetic. Still, many of his students still asked to see his real work. He could hardly go two weeks without hearing the request for some curious or taunting student and yet he still smiled a mysterious smile and kept his art to himself. Barrett was no different, other than he'd already seen the studio. The boy was ridiculous bouncing like he was. Setting his brush down so he could walk around the room, he first turned to the other he'd been so aware of this entire time. "The quiet and still environment of painting doesn't seem to suit you."