[Evil Tink]

"You can paint whomever you like Holden. I don't care at all. I'll find something to occupy my time." He smiled a bit as Holden went into his room. After the door was closed Solomon leaned on the door jam, holding his head with his left hand a bit, his expression becoming exhausted. Before Holden could turn around or notice, he quickly pushed himself from the jam and placed his hands in his pockets with a slight smile, "I can track her down if you'd like?"