((Ended up taking a little longer than expected. Sorry about that sad On the plus side I'm back and better than ever! Rawr!))
He felt strange, and even through the fatigue that was settling over him he had this urge to move falling on him. After he was told that she had actually been his mother that urge grew stronger, and he felt his mind suddenly jump into a higher level of frantic activity. He felt his head twitch as they were suddenly teleported into his room, and his genie began to pull him down to rest his head in her lap. It was comforting on some strangely primal level, but he still needed to move. His mind needed some form of activity to distract it, some memory to keep himself from thinking too much about what had just happened.
That had actually been his mother trying to kill him, and he had destroyed her for it. Even though he had never really cared about her, there was strange metaphysical connection between mother and son. That connection was severed by a violent action on his part, and it was painful for him to think about.
Stupid woman....
Drifting thoughts... Memories... The mark of strangeness.
He jumped up from the comfortable position she had pulled him into, ripping his head free from those gentle fingers before he began to pace with this nervous energy.
Right onto the carpet.
It suddenly came to life and began to snap at his feet, and with a loud yelp of surprise he danced away and began flinging ineffective knives at it. The stupid carpet was so thick that the knives weren't penetrating likee they should have been, and he had to growl at that. Wealth was going to kill him because of this.... Magical carpet.
He began to growl, this low threatening primal sound straight from the bowels of hell as he rolled across a stone table and with a sweep of his arm sent a bowl of fruit onto the carpets maw as he tried to think of a way to survive this confrontation. Thats when the oddest thing happened. The carpet suddenly grew hair as it began to devour the fruit, turned odd colors, before finally falling to pieces as it began to shed.
He still landed in a combat crouch and continued his low growl as he searched the room with his eyes, waiting for something else to jump at him.