There, in the dark and cold night, the two spoke in hushed voices. Together in the same bed. It would be romantic if it wasn't so odd. A man whom was cursed to be a beast, forcing both himself and the girl to lay together in the same bed. It was certainly odd.<br/><br/>The beast turned man for the night glanced over at her when she yawned, a little smirk crossing his face. She seemed to act like her being tired at this late hour would be enough to set him on a rampage. He was bullheaded and rowdy at times, but he wasn't a fool. When she confirmed what he was thinking about, his shoulders tightened slightly. Of course she had to figure it out..... Well, he wasn't too subtle about it anyways. He turned his head abruptly when she spoke of him disliking her. His mouth was open, about to say something. But what COULD he say? He had been a jerk for nearly the entire time she had been residing in his home. She had every right to think that, but... he didn't want her to think that. "I.... apologize.... for making you think I don't like you..." He muttered this awkwardly, cheeks a bit flush, then, just to prove his point, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and gave her a quick hug.