Oh God here we go again, with a roll of her eyes Clarice started to mouth 'blah blah blah' as Jared talked only stopping when he took a jab at her job. "At least I'm not sharing my sperm with five hundred models," a come back that was only slightly out of date but whatever, it's what left her mouth first.
"You're never in the mood," Clarice groaned before glancing over as her place in this house was, yet again, threatened. Damn him and his serious looks. How was she supposed to know if he was serious or not? ...Well, except for the fact he'd never kept to it before. Raising her eyebrow slightly she shook her head, "You won't kick me out," but left it there for some reason finding it hard to add anything onto it. She just shook her head when he told her to get a drink and held out her hand for him to pass his to her. She didn't want to get up! “No. Yours is closer.”