Dennis peeked through his fingers and sent her a withering look. "Drama queen? Me? Ha! I laugh in the face of being called a drama queen," he said, grudgingly moving over so she could drape herself on his side. He noted the slightly pinched expression on Rolf's face and felt bad again. Really, it just wasn't cricket barging in on your two best friends going at it like two energetic monkeys. He sighed slightly, puffing his hair out of his eyes.
"Yes, well it wasn't was it. Which would have been fine except the sound wards you have in your room are really rather stellar so I had no idea you two were doing the deviant heterosexual love hump until it was nearly a threesome," he said with mock anguish, before smirking at Rolf. "So really, you can't be too upset with me. Especially when I just got a promotion, sort of." He looked up and squinted at Rolf. "Also don't be silly about your limp. I already have one friend who is conscious about his scar, and that's my limit. You're beautiful and apparently well endowed Rolf, no need to fret."