Fein swung the door open violently, his face was a mixture of fear and anger. He stood stock still in the doorway as he took in exactly what Crimson was doing. She had procured some crayons, paints and make up from somewhere and had...Fein wasn't sure how he should describe it - decorated? All the Scientists had been painted with different colours and designs, Feins jaw dropped in astonishment. He banged his joyeuse loudly on the floor and Crimson looked up at him grinning.

"What is the meaning of this?"

Crimson tilted her head to one side and looked innocently up at him.

"I was playing but I didn't know which person was which because they all look the same so I decided to colour them in so I could tell them apart. Did I do wrong?"

Fein closed his eyes and took a long, deep breath before opening them again and looking at the hurt expression on Crimsons face. He had often wondered how Mortismere hadn't killed Charon as a child but he had a suspicion that this was exactly why she had survived, the ability to look innocent and hurt at the same time. Feins mind worked quickly and he forced a smile onto his face, he couldn't risk Lillith being angry with him if Crimson decided to tell her things that would risk her anger toward him.

"No, no, its fine Crimson, it was just a bit of a shock to your Uncle Fein, could you let me know next time you decide to ..uh...decorate?"

Crimson beamed up at him full of pride at her new accomplishment, Fein was grinding his teeth however as he barked orders at the scientists and then took Crimson by the hand and led her back to her living quarters.

"Now Crimson, I can't have you running around all over the place, the poor scientists have enough work to do without you running around trying to decorate them okay? I also don't want you visiting your mummy again, she's not very well and needs all the rest she can get okay?"

Crimson nodded wisely as Fein led her through the door to her rooms.

"Now be good and try and read some of the study books your grandmother gave you to read okay?"

Crimsons mouth twisted up into a defiant gesture.

"They're BOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG though!"

Fein forced the smile onto his face again.

"Do you want grandma to get upset with you?"

Crimson shook her head in the negative, Fein smiled at her, shut the door and made sure it was secure.

As soon as he left the room Crimson dragged a chair over to the door, stood up on it and watched until he'd gone round the corner. She pulled a key from the pocket of her jeans and grinned.

"Sucker!"