He blinked to steady his vision, then quickly shut his eyes and wiped the paint from his face before it seeped past his eyelids. "Oh," Barnaby said vaguely, "you know, I never did try a form with blonde hair. I guess I don't need to now."

A pause, before he shook himself, drawing himself up on one elbow and retrieving his marker. He pressed a finger to his forehead, creating another jolt of pain, but the angry welt began to subside.

"Hello, Loki. Just bruised dignity. I think I owe them some repayment, though."