Having nothing to comment about paint thing, Orpheus just sort-of watched, his grin widening as the situation continued. Finally, he speaks up, "You've got a touch of paint on your cheek there." He might've just killed Ixidor's fun, but Vae just seemed so perplexed.
Grabbing some food for himself, the Mystagogue plops himself down into a chair, idly wondering why Reverb was getting so animated about the game he was watching. "I could use a drink, sure." He says, getting back up and leaving his food nearby.