Oh no, oh no, oh no, violence, horrible, horrible violence!  Time to pretend he doesn't exist! He curls up, into a ball-like shape, wings held flat against his back, head tucked underneath his arms, which are wrapped around his legs, and resting in his lap.  He actually makes himself so small that it would be reasonable to assume he had some sort of contortionist training; or perhaps just a latent aptitude; something which certainly helped when cleaning!<br/><br/>But, soon enough, someone is going and finding him out, and he whines like a sad little puppy dog that's just been swatted with a newspaper.<br/><br/>He ends up underneath a burning tablecloth, which is a tragedy, as it was a rather nice one, and played a part in his plans to redecorate this room. He slips out from underneath the table, and sucks in a lungful of air; but when he breathes out, it's got to be another one of his magic tricks. Because normally, when you exhale air, it's not<em>frosty</em>.<br/><br/>Their's hissing and some steam rising away, replacing the smoke, as the fire gets extinguished. And the cloth in question becomes drenched in water.<br/><br/>It was just as he was preparing to dry it out, cut off the burnt bits, and stitch the whole thing back together, that he suddenly found himself being pinched. He blinks up at the demoness that was currently doing that, with big, doe-like eyes, a beautiful amber in color. "Hi. I'm La'Cael'Rah." His name, as always, has many hard to pronounce bird-chirp-like accents to it. 'Cael' was the part that was easiest to understand.<br/><br/>But, you know, just as he was about to try and reestablish pleasantries all around after the scuffle, he suddenly finds himself being hoisted off the ground by the wings. This is not a particularly hard task, since La'Cael'Rah weighed only half of what one would expect him to; to say nothing of Caliko's strength.<br/><br/>This prompts him to unleash a veritable avalanche of nervous, panicked chirping noises that would be hard to adequately describe in any documented language. But, suffice it to say, it absolutely reeks of panic and fear.<br/><br/>Annnd... 3, 2, 1, he's back on the ground, and whoosh! He takes off, straight up the nearest pillar and onto the ceiling, and from there, to the nearest, darkest corner to hide.