Arran grinned, flattered by the description of being one of Chloe's top life decisions. "I feel like I've made better life decisions since I met you," he admitted. Not all of them were about Chloe, or even influenced by her, but she did seem to coincide with actually listening to Terence when they argued, and getting Rock, and patching things up with Roger. Other decisions, like going for co-captain, Chloe had directly influenced, not to mention getting married. "Maybe it's contagious, making top decisions. Either way, it's nice we get to make good choices together. Like my house, and getting a perma-floo, and being friends with Evan and Andrew." Obligingly, Arran pressed a kiss against Chloe's neck, cock stirring with interest as she pushed her arse out. "Are you too sober for bad sex?" he asked, under no illusions that the kind of sex he was able to offer Chloe would be good. They'd had bad drunken sex before, but then they'd both been drunk.
"One of your superpowers," Arran corrected. "Also jumping off things, and being gorgeous, and smart and - Well, loads of things. You're a very super person." Arran looked down at his arm, which was the only bit of him that hadn't felt clean to begin with, and nodded. "I'll brush my teeth," he decided. That way, he wouldn't taste as much like beer, and also might not wake up feeling like a furry creature was living inside his mouth. He wobbled, carefully, out of the shower so he could stand over the sink. "Roger and I mostly duelled each other," Arran answered. "Until we got separated, anyway. We were very... loud." They hadn't been trying to hurt each other, so their spells had mostly been ones which tickled or made limbs dance or shocked. There'd been a lot of laughing and shouting. "I probably shouldn't go up against anyone who actually wants to hurt me, I don't think I'd do very well."