Dean helped himself to another slice of pizza and punched the air in triumph. “I knew it! I knew it. You and Bela! And look at you trying to deny it. And before you get your panties in a bunch, we’ll check out the clinic. No worries there. Right now though I wanna eat pizza, watch zombies eat brains and give you the hard time you deserve for wanting to get down and dirty with Bela. Don’t tell me you wouldn’t do the same if it was me.”
His brows knitted together and he stuck his tongue out in disgust at the thought of doing anything with Bela other than killing the bitch. “Not that I ever would of course. Do anything with her. That’s just wrong on so many levels. So…what did you think about? Was it kinky?”