Justin looked down at his paint covered shirt. Drops of blue paint were dripping all over it. From the top all the way down to the bottom, there was even some droplets on his jeans. Justin slowly raised his head back up, but instead of his initial reaction - being angry, slightly at least, he smirked. Putting his glass slowly down, but keeping his paint brush in his hand, his smirk grew. He knew Megan had to at least expect what his plan was, but he didn’t care, there was no where for her to run and she couldn’t apparate away in his apartment. He had her trapped.
He darted forward and picked Megan up - all too easy, she hardly weighed a thing. He laughed, against her struggles, as his chest collided with her own and whatever paint that was on his shirt rubbed itself off onto to Megan’s top. He had his brush in his hand still and continued to laugh, as he tried to brush it against her cheek. Eventually he got the brush to make contact with her cheek and he smiled and laughed harder, as the blue paint dripped its way down her skin.