Macaque was training, concentrated and determined. He seemed to snap at others when they tried to distract him. Suddenly, he felt tug on his sleeve. He whipped around, ready to yell again, when he saw his kid. His eyes widened temporarily before relaxing as he knelt down, rubbing his child's hair lovingly. "Hey there, little one, what are you doing here?" The demon asked, his tone loving instead of cold.