Lex looked at you seriously, you were his son, you were 5 years old and you could say that you were more rebellious and problematic than a teenager. You were always getting into trouble, and it was worrying if you were still for too long.

"Go leave that filthy cat where you found him." He ordered, while pointing to the door. He didn't like animals, and he didn't want to see you near them. "What did we say about the animals at home?"

You were small, but you are also a pain in the ass.