The idea of Iris being so bold as to tag the interior walls of the Jedi Temple was so far fetched and mesmerizing that he couldn't help but laugh. "Daring" he said, with a soft shake of his head. "What'd you paint?" No doubt it had long since been cleaned up, but all the same envisioning it seemed appealing.
They slipped through the Temple undisturbed, and then they were across the threshold and within that oasis. Iris gained the ireful glare of one of the custodians, no doubt someone she'd run into in her past tagging spree, but no one looked his way and for that he was most relieved. Eliphas was left feeling as though he could breathe freely. And what a wonderful feeling that was.
He bit down on his lip when she promised no paint, and had to physically hold back a snicker when she revealed to him soon after that she had in fact brought some. He didn't want to draw attention to them, the last thing he needed was to get Iris in trouble, but Empress was it nice to feel alive again. Even if he was living vicariously through Iris' actions.
"When we get lost... I love your optimism." It was probably inevitable though, wasn't it? Eliphas was a star-facing navigator, he wasn't so good when it came to mapping out the ground. He led the way for a short while, allowing them to disappear into the greenery where none could snoop, then drew the hover chair to a halt. A little stream fed from a pool at the base of a fountain, and flowers grew this way and that, vining up the columns which held the roof aloft.
"Did you bring something to paint on?" he asked curiously. It had been way too long since he'd been able to do anything even remotely artistic.