[Wow, fine, fight the painting. Even if you win, you would lose because no one wins when they're goaded into fighting a painting of all things.

He huffs out a bit of a laugh. Well, at least the trio seem to not be terrible in their ways. It's still not ideal, but they seem mostly harmless. He'll take mostly harmless demands. They could honestly be worst, right?] Alright, alright. You're right. [It could be a lot worst. They remind him of whatever was haunting the storage closet, demanding people to make out to let them free.

Wriothesley smiles and crowds Hilda's space until she's pressed close to one of the walls of the elevators.] Is that so? It's unfortunate that they failed to speak about you. After all, how can one ignore such a gorgeous rose such as yourself? [He braces an arm over her head and winks.]

You're free to touch them though. They're not just for viewing pleasure.