The 23 year old grumbles quietly while he cleans his room. Those damned twins made another mess while he was experimenting. If they weren't the kids of his mentor they would already be reduced to a small puddle of goop or a wobbly ragdoll without any bones, literally.

But, he shall not touch those pests, he would lose his mentor instantly. So he will just endour it. Denaus will just amuse himself with the classical music and the cleaning that's due at the moment. Later he might get some new leather gloves just to have an extra pair. You never know when the next time will be he can't get the blood out of his current pair.

Humming along to the music he fluffs up the pillows and organizes them gracefully on his bed. Enjoying the moment of tranquility.

~Even if the screams and pleas of his victims would seem way more enjoyable right now~