Parker's eyes flickered between the butterfly and Dom. "It's the color of your eyes." He put his hand out, to take the insect, frowning as he did. "Eye." He corrected himself, with a lopsided sort of grin.
"Are you mad, about the mess? I didn't mean to. I needed to clean out the cupboard. That's where the bad boy goes." He reached up with his other hand to scratch his temple.