The paper-smack was deserved and he knows it. Still, when he reads the next line, he'd love to grab the paper off them, roll it up, and bop them on the head with it. He does not - because he has a certain level of respect for the Knight's written word - but he does think about it.

"You'll find a rare few of those here! If it's not abstract, it's heavily exaggerated!" He cannot help a glance back at one of the more gymnastic-looking paintings. "...I assume," he adds faintly, and then abruptly snaps out of a staring contest with it. "Regardless! Stop provoking me or I'll drag you out of here and see you cooled off by the greenhouse sprinklers!"