"You underestimate me." He snarked back, looking to the screen, brain hurt from her lack of creativity.
"Jesus fucking Christ." Standing up from the couch he literally dropped his beer in her lap, it tilting sideways and starting to spill into her lap, "If you want the fucking beer have the God damn beer because Lord knows any type of exercise would kill Princess Clarice." Jared walked the short distance into the kitchen, stopping in the doorway to turn and look at her, "And you're right. I'm not going to kick you out tonight because it'd be a waste of my time and effort. Wherever you land after here they're going to get tired of you and you're going to come crawling back to my doorstep because you'll realize how much you fucking blew it."