"I say James? Oh god. Art gods are gunna slap me. Jackson Pollock." He shook his head a little bit and he turned to look at the other with a soft little sigh. "Mm. Okay." he did not need much pressuring at all. He leaned forward and kissed his forehead softly. "Sleep well, Caden. You deserve it." he whispered and kissed his cheek before wiggling their forms under the blankets. He then pushed off his pants, leaving himself in only boxers. "Though, you wake up covered in paint,and it's not my fault." he whispered, kissing his forehead once more and then slowly began to fall asleep.