Milo shot a glare his way, gulping down his meal and setting the empty mug on the counter with a '<i>chink.'</i>He didn't stop to think about the fact cigarette smoke was probably pretty rancid- he'd been too distracted to really care at the moment but now he was just annoyed. He was half tempted to reach into his back pocket and light one up right in front of the man out of spite. He probably would have done it too if he wasn't aware that it would smell terrible in his house, even for him, afterwards.<br/><br/>"Why are you tellin' me what to do in my own house?" He shot back. It wasn't threatening, but obviously irritated. He went to the freezer again, thirst still unsatisfied as he set to warm up another mug. "You don't always have to stay in the living room you know- probably doesn't stink in that nice little guest bedroom you refuse to use for some weird reason."