Jaron was sitting there drinking on the wine when Aleron came running in through the door.  He had to laugh slightly as it looked like he was going to hit the wall.  “Good reflexes there.”  Jaron said.<br/><br/>Jaron watched him trot into the bathroom and he shook his head a little.  He had a feeling that the housekeepers were going to busy after he had been out running in the rain and the mud they way he seems to shake once he stops running.<br/><br/>Jaron was sitting there sipping on the wine patiently waiting for Aleron to come out of the bathroom.  When he finally did emerge he was wearing just a towel and Jaron got a little hot under the collar as he could not help but stare at him.  He was rather hot and at least he could be happy for that.  He continued to watch him walk around the room and even though his run and relaxed him a little he was still getting tired of being ignored.<br/><br/>“Aleron, are you going to continue to ignore me.”  Jaron asked very calmly, “I suppose it can be your choice I suppose.  I can be the dominating asshole that I usually am, or I can be civil with you.”  He said with another sip of the wine, “But I refuse to be treated like I am not in the room.”  Jaron said with a little more of a commanding tone.