Bastien
Bastien was happy to see Remi laugh at his joke, glad he hadn't taken it too far; often he offended people without meaning to. Still, he likely would paint him something. He was used to working for people who gave him money or supplies in return. It would be a return to normal - perhaps the front of Remi's shop, he thought.
"I do! Come this evening! Or any time you like! I am there most nights, pouring away." Waving his fingers in a way that definitely did not mimic anything normal people would consider pouring, he was happy to be able to report to Vervain that he had brought in a new customer.
Offers made and paintings to do, Bastien did not stay very long after that, heading home to make some fallen wood in his home into a makeshift table easel so he could work. The door frame was forgotten in lieu of the chance to work on a real canvas with real paint again, the stained designs soaking into the wood as night fell.
