Vivian crept closer, peeking in through a window into what appeared to be a kitchen. There was a blonde man standing at the stove but black smoke was wafting up from whatever was cooking on the stove. A maid was bustling about and Vivian watched as she seemed to trip over her shoes laces and tumbled to the floor, the plates she was carrying falling to the ground and smashing with a crash. Another blonde man, younger than the first burst into the kitchen, panicking when he saw the broken china. An amused smirk crossed the normally stoic demon's features as she watched the turmoil.