Imp's grin widened. "Shit, dude, I'm easy," he responded amiably. "I was gonna paint the second one off the first one, so you don't need to just sit around, y'know? You could just come back in a coupla days and pick it up. But if you feel like hunting for some paint-pigment, we could?" He thought about this, stretching one wing. He was pretty tired, but he thought he still had it in him to go on a little paint hunt.
But it was up to Fulgur, really.
"Otherwise, there's some nice free rooms in the palace. They got beds and everything. You can rest in 'em. Just don't try to open the locked doors," he added, in warning. "I dunno what happens if you do but Isra--she runs the place--she doesn't really fuck around. With like, y'know, intruders and people who cause damage and stuff." Painting directly on the walls was, he had quickly found out, not acceptable.