[Oscar doesn't seem ashamed of that at all. Insatiable was hardly a negative trait, no matter how much trouble it got him into. Besides, it was the only state he'd ever lived in. He wouldn't know what to do with himself if he were ever more satisfied than this, here, chatting and drinking.]

[That vaguest amount of contentment does fade from his face when Silas brings up painting though.]

Painting is from outside this realm or any other. It's an otherworldly torment designed to waste the time of idiots. It couldn't keep me busy because it's such an abject waste of time.

[and he shotguns back the rest of his drink]