The nickname helped to piss him off even more and Sen's gaze was as an ice dagger - if only it could pierce him effectively to knock that damn smile off his face. Cockiness was not tolerated when he was in a bad mood like this and he changed his hand back to normal in order to pull his arm back to his side. He hardly liked getting his hands dirty unless he was with Blake and now was an apt time to do so. The man wanted to annoy him and he'd already gotten a reaction out of him, so Sen was not going to give him the satisfaction. Maybe after this.
"Who says you're allowed in my bed?" Sen stepped up to the side of his bed and shot out a foot to kick Blake off as hard as he could. Right, now he would ignore him. He went over to the shelves on the right side of his room to find a suitable cd for listening. Good heavy metal music might relax him a little and he purposefully took a while deliberating, at least long enough to wait and see if Blake was going to make the next move. He could play this game even if he had no patience for it.
He had to be feeling sick because there was no other way he would be sentimental enough to admit to himself that he had wanted to see Blake again. Luckily, that feeling was gone now. He'd had his libido sated and there was no need for Blake now. "I'm guessing you missed me more than you let on," Sen said and added with extra venom, "sweetheart." He smirked to the wall. "What's next, chocolates and flowers? Or how about some poetry. I think I want to hear you spout poetry." Oh, how priceless that would be.