"What about it?" Trixie blinked. Emerick stared at her for a moment.
"What do you mean, 'what about it'?!" Emerick exclaimed. "You do know what vandalism is, don't you?!"
"Well, sure," Trixie shrugged. "Things like painting crass words or pictures on walls and statues, right?"
Emerick's stare got more intense. Trixie couldn't fathom why. Lamya wasn't any help either. The demon was too busy laughing her ass off. Fortunately, no one else was paying attention though. Ellie was busy ushering the children off and Jacoby hadn't returned yet. Trixie had a feeling she'd have been ganged up on if they had been present and attentive.
"Well, those acts definately fall under the definition of vandalism," Emerick's lip twitched, "Though it's definately a tamer variety."
"Is something wrong?" Trixie's eyesbrows furrowed as she appraised Emerick's expression.
