Colfet scooted back more as the incubus spotted him, but then stopped as their eyes locked. He tilted his head and blinked a few times at the inbubus' request, feeling inclined to ask: "About what...?", but then took a moment to look at what he had been painting on the wall, then pieced it together with all the talk he'd heard of some renowned graphitti artist.<br/><br/>"..Ooh, so you're that guy who draws crap on school property?" he said without thinking, then meeped a bit, "O-oh no, not that it IS crap... I meant uhhh... It's...<span style="font-size: 75%; line-height: 116%;">Just how I talk... sort of...</span>" he began trailing off under a nervous voice.