Taking a few moments to run his fingers through his hair, the Mordrake heir, wouldn't dare to let it go unkempt. Even though his mullet was practically fine the way it was, Kayne still had the habit to be consistently fixing it. Just a few strands of hair out of place was easily enough to send him running back to a mirror to fix it. However, in the moment, the sly kid refrained from actually running to a mirror, and just decided to guess when his hair was fine.
After doing so, Kayne promptly moved towards the picture as the Ravenclaw had asked which fruit they had to tickle. In a very dramatic and over theatric voice, the snake's posh accent delivering the words "Well you're in luck, cause indeed." His right hand now reaching out towards the pear, giving it a little tickle. "I do." For a second, nothing had happened; until that's when he gave the side of the painting a little tap in a suave manner. Almost as if right on queue, the pear popped out into a doorknob. "The name's Kayne by the way, Kayne Mordrake."
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