I have not, no. I was a bodyguard, not a house slave.

[Which means he absolutely never learned how to take care of any basic house tasks, which explains a lot. He tips his head back lazily, his legs spreading as he settles lower on Lorenz's hips. Hey, and it's wonderful to be here with him now, connected in all the best ways, discussing plans for their home.]

I imagine we could figure it out. It's paint, how hard can it be? But I would not turn down tips.

If you boss me, though, there will be consequences. I am not above dousing you in paint.