Alyssa felt, every minute more, that sharing a house with "him" - as she classified Derrok mentally - would be really hard. Now he wanted to push her buttons, just excelent. "You'd make a nice living room rug."<br/><br/>As he took off his shirt, she couldn't help but look at him. She blinked for a moment, before resuming her not-so-nice self.<br/><br/>"While you're at it...", she point the bathroom, "get rid of that dirty dog stench.<span style="font-style: italic">Sweetheart</span>."