Be that as it may, I am sure I could do a much better job.
[with that very logical assertion, he sets his bag down and reaches out both hands to take the cup; his little claws are too short for just one hand to hold the thing stably. His fingertips brush against Cain's hand, maybe poking him a little. WV doesn't notice.]
Besides, I don't think I could stand being trapped under this great stupid dome for long. I have my painting to occupy myself with, but what of when it's finished, hm? How will I keep busy then?