All Selwyn managed to do was smear the paint down his jaw, causing Asa's nose to scrunch up in displeasure. "Yes, it's definitely still there," he said, wondering how he could have such a vibrant layer of paint on his face and still not recognize it. However, it was what Selwyn said next that caused him to roll his eyes. "Don't," he insisted, unsure of whether Selwyn had suggested the painting as a way to playfully tease him or insult him. He'd always been small—a whole head shorter than the tallest first year, and less solidly built, too. In any case, he was definitely no knight. "But really—you're only making it worse."
