Easy. I used to know an artist - a man who was quite full of himself in many ways, and thought because he was talented and fortunate that he was better than everyone else. When he irritated me enough, I would take either some of his brushes or his paints, and hide them before he would be using them.

[what she has failed to mention is that sometimes, this would be before a match. Edgar, left with no paint or no brush, unable to dazzle the hunter...]

It would inconvenience him, but I always would slip them back before it was too much trouble. I just liked to remind him that he still had flaws - like perhaps forgetting to lock his door.