... sneaks into his room and jumps on the bed once it's finished.

frowns. He is not impressed.

wiggles around and curls up under the now messed up covers.

stands over the bed with a scowl. "Out."

stops, and blinks. "Why do ye sound like a guy again?"

looks at the lump on the bed in confusion. "Wh't?"

stays still. "Ye sound like a guy. Why?"

takes a moment to realize what was going on. Had he met Astrid? Knowing the woman's attraction to danger it was likely. "Why n't?"

struggles to get his head out of the blankets and looks him over. "Ye didn't like being a chick, so ye changed back already...?"

nods with a straight face. There was no point in trying to explain it.

sits up, still wrapped in the sheets and everything. "Wow... They're good at changin' people back too."

resists the urge to roll his eyes. "Out 'f m' house."

rolls his eyes. "Fine fine. Jeez, they should have fixed yer temper." Tries getting out of the tangled mess.

doesn't have a temper, he just didn't like messy Danes ruining his neatly made bed. "D'n't h've a temp'r."

eventually falls out of the bed, dragging some things with him. "Whatever." Gets up and dusts himself off.

wonders if throwing beers out the door would get him to run out faster. It worked well for dogs with meat.

thinks it would work faster.

"I'll give y' a beer 'f y' leave."

smiles. "Okay."

rolls his eyes and makes his way downstairs to grab a beer from the fridge. He held it out expectantly.

takes it quickly.

waits for him to leave so he can remake the bed and enjoy his clean sheets.

will leave him alone... This time~

won't be as nice next time.