Insanity laughed merrily as he saw his favorite maid in Amelia's employ! "Marry!", he screamed, chuckling, pretending to flinch at her yells. The lovely maid would've known by now that he would haunt her worst nightmares. Last time she'd found him painting his garbled version of the Moan Lisa behind the couch! That was the mother of all fits! He could actually remember her lovely little eyes popping out! He jumped off the table and hurried over to help her with the cans. As much as he had meant to establish his sincere disposition towards the insane, he rarely ever shied away from the consequences his antics entailed. Once every last can had been safely placed atop the dining table. He took a rose and propped it in his mouth, then took Marry's hand and twirled her to him, resting her on his hand as he held her hips with the other, leaning her body at an incline to the floor, "Oh, Wont you please forgive me, love?", he asked batting his eyes. He pulled her back up and hugged her tight, "Aww, Marry, You know I'm sorry!", he said smiling, "but I did miss you though. You'd have been great manning the cannon!"