#first draft snippets

"Sylus, why is there only one bed?" "We have to keep up appearances, sweetie. It wouldn't look good if I had asked for a suite with separate rooms." He gave a dramatic sigh before adding, "There's also an issue of safety." You snorted, "For you?" "For you, kitten," Sylus said, with a gentle tug at your chin so that you faced him. "At least in this room I'm the scariest thing there is, and you're used to me." Oh. You could feel the blush creeping up your neck, and pulled your face away before it reached your cheeks. You mumbled something about him not being that scary and made your way back toward the main room. But of course, your giant shadow followed behind you. "If it makes you uncomfortable, I'll sleep on the couch." "The couch would kill your back; you're much too big," you responded as you reached for your bag you had left on the coffee table. "If it bothered me that much I would've said so."

"I know."

His eyes drifted to your bag, and then back to your face.

"It's just one laptop."

He waited.

"And a tablet."

A blink. Then his arms crossed against his broad chest. An eyebrow raising.

"I swear those and my phone are the only technology coming."

"You don't need them."

"You don't know that. What if something does happen and we need something bigger?"

When he didn't move, you sighed, trying another tactic. "If it bothers you so much, you can stick them on a high shelf or something until we really need them, alright? But I'm not going to leave them…"

A huff was the only response you got, but he must have agreed, because he was turning and heading down the hallway, leaving you to chase after him.

"You're addicted," Sylus drawled as you caught up.

Frozen, your hands squeezed the belt before you finished pulling it across and securing it into place. "If you think this is confident, mornings really aren't your thing."