Quetzalcoatl didn't deign to respond, stalking his way into the living room with clenched fists. Why was it that almost any time he was in an, er, altered state of mind he ended up in bed with Tezcatlipoca? This was becoming a seriously problem. Someone was going to get stabbed.
He tossed his jeans across the room with a frustrated growl when he discovered that the button had been torn off and there were what looked suspiciously like claw marks in them.