He panicked a little, leaning the painting against the wall and going over, opening the door a crack and sticking his head out. "Yes...?"
It was Fleur. She looked tired and suspicious. "What.. What are you doing that is making so much noise on the wall?"
His eyes widened slightly and he looked regretful. "Oh, *squee!*. Sorry, Fleur. I just..." He looked over his shoulder before sighing. "I just wanted to take down the paintings."
He still seemed troubled, looking over his shoulder. "I also... I don't know. I'm not used to it being so silent. I'm used to people, you know?"
She tilted her head. "Well.. Maybe I can help you take down the paintings, that way you're not alone."
He laughed slightly. "I've gotten to be pretty intuitive, I think," he said, shrugging as he took down another painting. "I generally know what people are thinking. You're still an enigma to me, Princess."