"Aren't all rich people pretentious assho-oh, pretend I didn't say that." Abby's voice began to trail off as he said he was a rich, pretentious asshole. Smiling a little abashed, she pressed her fingertips against the ticklish spot to at least distract him from what she had said. "Fixing broke things isn't boring, neither is art but it's not my usual preferred thing. And I cannot be painter of strangers if you are Paint Boy. Get me a new name please."