Oenone rolled her eyes at his overly dramatic response to the light. "Really?" she asked skeptically. "Fine. Be in darkness. See how little I care," she said coldly before turning the light off. "There is food in your fridge and the mess you left has been cleaned up. When you decide to stop acting like a child, you should eat something." She sounded more like a mother speaking to her child, though where a mother would have been warm and comforting Oenone was icy and rigid.