Flynn turned his head and looked down at the young man raising his right eyebrow. Pointing a thumb at his chest and shaking the keys on his belt so the room rung with the sound he said, "I don't think so, pumpkin bread. Caretaker." He finished jingling the keys. "This is my castle, no area is off limits to me. And I have business with the inhabitant of this pink monstrosity. You, however..." He promptly pulled his spray bottle filled with a pungent orange mixture out of his utility belt and sprayed him in the face, pushing him toward the exit. Not that he particularly cared that someone else was here, but just more because he could.