His safety. His haven. Even though this place insn't entirely safe. He shakes his head and swallows before answering. "I was going to give a painting to a friend, Lily. All of my work was destroyed and my supplies as well." He rests his head on his hands. "Michael did it I know," he murmurs to himself, but loud enough that if you paid attention you could pick it up.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Come now Serenity, don't you want to be kissed by a handsome boy?" You could almost see his contempt for women in his voice. He backs her into the wall, pinning her with his arms on either side. He strokes a lock of hair in mockery of a caress. "Such very pretty hair. You have pretty everything." He kisses her lightly.</span>