Aristide held as still as he could to allow for his yearmate to clear the paint off of his face. He was oblivious to the nerves that the other boy was going through.

"It would look amazing once I charm it to move," Aristide said in return when the boy said it sounded terrifying. "Don't you ever imagine things to be a little different than what they are?" He did. All the time, maybe a little too much. Aristide did give Scabior the benefit of actually considering it, picturing Rookwood in his minds eye. "I prefer you, I think," he said decisively after a long moment of thought.

Aristide thought nothing of how the other boy might take his words, instead focusing on packing up his paints for now before they made more of a mess.