"So now ya wanna talk?" Dov frowned, folding his arms over his chest and taking a step backward as his sister came inside. He had no idea what to think of this - she wanted to talk? About what? The last time he'd seen her she'd been pretty insistant that there would be no more talking. So what did she want from him now?
"Wait, uh, what?" Snorting, Dov tilted his head to the side, looking Charlie over. "You're serious? 'Cause like, right freakin' before this ya wanted to never see me again. Kinda confusing, man." He quirked an eyebrow at her. "Plus, uh, I don't really need your permission to stay here or nothin'..." Still, a bit of a smile twitched at the corners of his mouth - more of a cocky smirk than anything, but it was a start.