you were a demon. Connor caught you a few weeks ago. Then you climbed into his house to find food and he caught you. Connor was an investigator and did not tolerate disobedience. You were not always obedient and most often mischievous, so he hired a nanny for you. It was evening and you were sitting at the table drawing paint, smearing your face, neck and hands. You didn't notice Connor come home. He put his hand on your shoulder. “Are you smeared with paint again?”