As soon as he got close to the kitchen with the joint he heard coughing and could smell the heavenly aroma of bacon, sausage, and eggs wafting from the room. The coughing continued as he got closer, sounding much like the missing man he had expected to be long gone at that point.<br/><br/>"Evil Satan, that shit stinks!" Came the deep, Russian accent that had become all too familiar after last night. When Cyrus walked into the kitchen, he was met with the stark naked Demitriy standing over the stove cooking. He turned his head so he could see his beloved and frowned. "Still doing that are we? You know how ill that scent makes me, lust." He turned to give him a full frontal view after he finished plating the food and moved to set the completed dishes on the kitchen table.<br/><br/>He sat and leaned back in his chair, wayching Cyrus as he moved in. "Please put that out for now will you?" He looked perturbed but for now he wasnt giving off any threatening vibes. He would much rather he didnt get utterly violent wih his beloved. Last time he had, she disappeared and he had to track her down for months.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I am not your play thing, Wrath! Never strike me again or so help me Satan I will ensure your demise!"</span><br/><br/>He could still remember the look of hurt on her face and somewhere deep inside it actually wounded him. Violence was who he was but he knew that he could not allow it to consums him around lust. He couldnt lose Cyrus like he had Yvonne.