“I didn’t think you’d be home so early.” A lie, a light one. He’d let himself into the apartment on a whim and maybe, just maybe to impress the shifter a little bit. But he wouldn’t admit that out loud, thought it’d ruin the fun if it was pointed out that they had a ‘thing’ for mischief. It’d been on his mind too much, the apartment in general. The more time he spent there the more he realized he hadn’t given the place his usual once over of protective sigils. It didn’t seem like he was going to be spending any less time at the place and he didn’t think Mal would particularly object to further protection. That didn’t mean it wasn’t still somewhat awkward to be sitting in his living room, the television playing reruns of crime shows, with ash on his fingers and his shirt unbuttoned completely. Fire magic was warm work in general and the apartment, even with the windows open, was stuffy. After that one night, he never really wanted Mal to catch him in a state of undress ever again but it was a little late for that now. @malchesterfield
