The sheets had swirled into the figures of two people. Armas was the only one to fill one of those spaces and he had slept with his arm around her, but she obviously had moved out of his reach. When Ana was awake, he had not stirred. He was well fed, his features warm and full as if he had received back what the previous night had stolen from him.<br/><br/>The food from the previous night was gone and the bowl was easily cleaned, just as the rest of all the other items Anna had used as she cooked herself breakfast. The brownies had come, but in a sense they had left food there despite that Armas didn't need the food at all. They were obviously irritated that they couldn't cook the food themselves, but Anna wasn't a fairy and Finch had chased them off before they could cook more. She was a sucker for brownies and nothing more the sugar cubes and watermelon that floated into the house drove her wild.<br/><br/>Sadly, Lance's visit was as unwelcome as ever in the presence of Armas' new human. He had felt the change in the air and it stirred him awake to hear voice. When he had groggily dragged himself from bed and fixed his shirt and combed back his hair with his hand he opened his door, as silent as a mouse, and stepped out to the living hall to watch Lance seat her on his lap. His lip curled back disdainfully at the fact that another incubi was making moves on his food that he had barely touched yet.<br/><br/>"Touch her any further and I'll screw you over worse than that little human, who is<span style="font-weight: bold">mine</span>by the way and<span style="font-style: italic">only</span>mine," he growled, finally hearing and seeing enough when he commented on being 'king.' "Lance." he hissed, his entire features taut with anger and frustration. He looked like he was ready to rip his head off then and there, but his eyes invoked the control he had on himself as he threw his head up in notion for Anna to get off his lap. "Anna," he commanded, using her name for once, "Get over here."<br/><br/>No human or male,<span style="font-weight: bold">especially </span>an incubi would touch his female and property. He rightfully waited for her and he was slowly gaining his grounds with her. He would savor her firstly and no one would touch her after that. He would own her, possess her body and soul and share it with no other. That was his lone rule, he rarely shared, but with Anna he would absolutely tear any other male in half for her. He didn't love her, but he cared who touched her or caught her attention in any way.