Arus laughed a little bit at the fact she said a kindergartener could pain a better fish. Though he knew she was probably right. He wasn't sure what it was supposed to be so he just chuckled and nodded his head. Looking at the one she was talking about. Smiling as he studied it. "Yes. It is. I would own a painting such as that." He says with a smile. "I wonder if they have any copies we could pool money together for." He says softly. "For our apartment." He whispered so the press wouldn't hear it. He looked at her and nodded his head. "Okay." He says with a grim smile. He was about to say something when they began asking about his parents. He paled and began to tremble. Why? Why of all things did they have to bring that up? He pressed into Hannah and shook his head. "I don't wish to discuss it." he says in a quivering voice. Pulling Hannah along quickly even as the press followed them. He was pale as a ghost. "I don't want to discuss those monsters..." he says softly.<br/><br/>Jared suddenly had enough of the reporters and his fists swung out. "Back off the teens I said!" He was bold about it. Punching them then upwards kicks their gear. Effectively stealing their cameras when he sent them up into the air. He glared at their cameras. Smashing them against the floor. Punching the two that went to follow the teens. "I said leave my charges alone. You don't get the message well do you? I am NOT afraid of the media. So write up your dilema. Tell the world you got beat up by a bodyguard protecting his charges. I don't really fucking care." he said coldly. Shoving them back onto their asses before following after. Helping the teens into the elevator and buffered anyone from getting on it.