Morgan is in something of a trance when the phone rings, covered in paint and glue and various other artistic substances and entirely unaware of his surroundings. He complained at the party about having no inspiration and then it struck. Soon enough, Jacob will be happy to see exactly why Litz hasn't been out and about and actually doing anything interesting, because the week has been spent coming straight home after grabbing a bite and setting Morgan loose on the canvases now spread about his studio, stacked on tables, leaning against walls, propped up on easels to dry.
When one hand finally reaches for the phone and he snaps back to reality enough to actually answer it, even consciously confused by the fact that anyone is calling at all, he doesn't even realize that his other hand is still at work. "Hello?"