No harm was done, but damned if it didn't feel weird.  He'd look at her head, seeing the horns, smiling.  "I always knew you were a devil," he said nonchalantly.  "Now you've got the horns to make it seem true."  Granted he'd take another bite of his oatmeal, still trying to determine what he was going to do.  Perhaps he should just wait, see what happens.  See what happens when he steps off the grounds as well.  He was almost positive they would try to talk to him anyway.<br/><br/>"What should I do Liz?" he asked her softly, eating more of the oatmeal, putting in more of the fresh fruit.  "I mean...I just don't know what I should do.  Stay here, and wait all of this out?  Or just...stir up trouble?"