Cleaning. Of course. Pointless service. At least it wasn't torture. He'd take it. He'd happily take it over any more torture, beatings or humiliation. Yes, it was pretty embarrassing to scrub the floors but it could very easily get worse.

He looked at the patch and then sighed. "Yes, master."

And then he crawled towards the stain, letting that stupidly fast fetching demon throw a brush to him. Whatever, it was what it was. He just had to survive.