You and me both. [He gets up then, walking to the chair from earlier. He lingers behind it, staring up at the portrait on the wall which is probably no longer him. Let's pretend he's staring at a portrait of Polly and Nathan doing something lewd.]

Everything in the room was the same, but when Hizamaru checked the paintings, his portrait started to watch him. Physically following with his eyes and everything. It spoke to us. It took some lip reading, but it said to follow its lead.

So. I went to find my own painting to see what I had to do. [He looks at the seat of the chair, arms folded over the back of it.] Today I discovered I'm bad at giving lapdances.