And he had been waiting for this reaction. A slow, self-satisfied smirk spread across Erik's face as Wisteria appeared to be shaken by the mere sight of a yellow paint can. What, it was just a can of paint! A can of innocent, mostly harmless, yellow paint.

He didn't bother removing neither his smirk nor his cold eyes from her face. "No? Ms. Wisteria, I believe you chose vhis detention. For yourself. Now you must face vhe consequences of your choices." He reclined further in his chair, clearly enjoying this detention. So far.

"You will remain in vhis room until it is coated in yellow paint, so one way or vhe other, I suggest you get started."