"So what if I have?" Dorian spat as he leaned against the frame of the screen, "Smells good in there." He nodded towards the inside of her house and leaned his head back a little, "Got company?" He always told Mari that they weren't an item, and they weren't. So why was he getting so hot under the collar about hearing a dude's voice in her apartment? Maybe because she had claimed there was no way the kid could be anybody else's yet here she was being a whore of a host. He squinted to see a little better, "And Where the fuck are your pants?"