Samael devoured the remainder of the lasagna before I was done with my first piece, then set to working on the leftovers in my fridge. "That's my hard-earned money you're shoving down your throat," I informed him. "Money I earned from you."
He shrugged: "I'll pay for more, maggot," he said carelessly, scarfing down General Tsao's chicken from the Golden Dragon down the road.
"I don't want your money, remember? This house is all I need," I said firmly.
Samael glared obnoxiously: "Look at what you're living in, Shannon. I haven't insisted on buying you a mansion, have I? I'm even letting you keep this disgusting furniture-"
"It's ecofriendly to buy used! We're saving the environment!"
"-Whatever. My point is, I can at least get you groceries, when I'm eating you out of hearth and home like any red-blooded man his woman's delicious meals."
I sighed. "Fine. And I like this place."
