Morgan hums to himself at her suggestion, one hand holding the phone to his ear while the other reaches up to grip the slatted grating of the landing above him. "Maybe." He positions one foot against the railing, then the other foot joins it as he pulls himself up and leans towards the mural, taking in the sorts of details he's always amazed to see come out of a spray can. "I'll look into it. I keep thinking about it, maybe trying to start more in other places around the city." It wouldn't be particularly safe, of course, not to paint in the sorts of places he would consider painting, but he could do it. He knows he could. It speaks to his personal cause too much to believe that he couldn't. He'd just have to strike some sort of deal with the devil. Litz could get him wherever he needed to go. He's sure of it.
He has to blink hard, three times, rapid succession. If his mind gets going now, it just won't stop. File the idea away for later and move on. "I'll probably try talking to the people at the college about this one first."