Conan sat, staring at a pet salamander Muse had gotten him. She had figured it would have to do, since the boy refused to make friends. Well, friends he didn't turn around and murder. Yes, 4 and already a murderer. It wouldn't have been so bad if he had been doing it to feed, but he just did it because he liked killing things. Grinning, he watched the poor creature explode, it's blood, and what was left of the body, splattered his face.