Sinister looked both utterly pissed and confused for a moment as his mind processed the two separate things he was being told. He shook his head in lieu of rolling his eyes and moved over to the bed, lifting the mattress. It dropped back with a thud, followed by an annoyed thud, "You removed them, you can put them back. Without me seeing. Consider it that practice you seem to want."
He turned to go once more, jaw set in a line of frustration. Then a smirk slowly bloomed on his face. "The man who raised you as his own only to abandon you into exile... what was his name again?" He knew, of course. But that wasn't the point.