Dermot smiled at the heart shape piece of sticky bun.<br/>"There is a spare room next to mine that I am sure that Wizardess Mystique would let you use." he spoke in an innocent voice.<br/><br/>"Dermot!" Mystique spoke in embarrassed voice and she turned red.<br/>"I am sorry that Dermot is up to some kind of mischief. Such as matchmaking."<br/><br/>Dermot pretended not to notice since he had to hide his laughter and was afraid if he looked at Mystique or Lord Lyons.