"Well, you are!" He laughed again. Just out of spite now.

"Yeah. Okay." He shook his head, laughing. "/Effortlessly funny/."

He growled and then swatted her hand off of him. "Oh, shut up." A pause. "Although if you keep feeding me the sort of food you have been, I might never leave."

Pouring himself a glass of scotch.

No.

Mm..... Still no!

Sorry? Can't hear you over /wrong opinion/.

WHAT?

How did he end up in ᅠ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 .ᐟ's bed again? Ah, well.

"You could close the door." The door is only somewhat cracked. Enough for a cat or... perhaps a dog to come sneaking in.

"Well, doesn't she have her own bed to sleep in?" He's deluded himself into believing she doesn't sleep in the plush pet beds or the Master's with her. He's getting up to shut the door.

"She knows how to knock and open a door, Master." He chuckled and shut it, getting back in bed with her. "There. Now the heat should /work/."

He moved his arm to wrap around her, sighing softly. He's still not sure how he ended up here, but he's here anyway. "She's twenty three."

He's still surprised to hear something /loving/ come from her mouth. Especially since that's his child they're talking about. "She'll live."

"It's a good question." He said with a laugh. Because he doesn't know. But he has always been a 'go with the flow' sort of guy. "But I'm here now and it's freezing out of these blankets, so...."

Oops. He missed Christmas, huh?