Creed looked down at the Cajun with mock pity before standing up in one fluid motion that would have be near impossible for a regular man, especially one of his size, and gestured around the room as if it were some grand palace. “’Where’? This is my home! And now it’s your cage.” He bent down and ruffled the kid’s hair before turning back to the love seat to scoop up the towel. Ripping the towel into strips, Creed carefully rolled one into a ball and concentrated on the two other rags, trying to figure out which was best for the task at hand rather than pay attention to LeBeau.