The brush flickered over his eyes, tiny little bristles tickling as they passed, spreading color as they went.

"You are growing up," Saetan said softly. "You are getting a better idea of who you want to be and how to get there. You're also getting a much better idea of what you're willing to compromise on and what you aren't." Warren couldn't see Saetan's grin but her could probably hear it. "Like face-paint, for example."