Felix legitimately guffawed at the impression, which transitioned into an indelicate snort as he turned and reached for the remains of his long-cooled coffee. He knew that Lennon wasn't a fan of the taste, so it might put any further making out on hold for a bit, but he wasn't going to let it go to waste.
"You know, I don't think she ever wrote any shit about me. I don't know if I should be fucking offended. But as far as the house ladies, there's always Kate, right? I mean, I know she and Jack are shacking up, but I always assumed that shit was casual. Can't lie though, she seems like she'd be real bossy in the sack. Which, don't get me wrong, can be fun as fuck, but with the whole dynamic of her technically still being one of the people deciding shit, it'd be pretty weird."