Well at least she felt well enough to yell at him. He smiled at the fire in her eyes and looked away. It was a weakness, that, and his urge was to feed it. Even if she clawed him to bits at first, the reward was he'd have her and could taste that fire of hers. She wouldn't appreciate his tastes right now, he knew that.
He glanced to the mortals, giving a shrug and a smile before closing the door and leaning against it. "Your girls are going to wonder darlin'. And I don't think, we've established this, I just do. I'm pretty sure that after everything, no this isn't the best way. But it's my way." He shrugged, almost casually. "Try and get me to move. When you can, physically, toss me out of the place I'll go. Call your girls and I'll just get back in, even if you call the cops on me. I'd love to hear you explain a thousand year old domestic dispute."
He grew serious then, and straightened, every bit the Desert Lord he was. "Do not fight me on this. This order you will obey." He took a breath, "dammit Nepthhys I can barely feel you." His voice was quiet, worried. "I don't know what else to do."