"Yeah, but not when you're basically shoving a big piece of chicken into my mouth," he said with a huge roll of his eyes. "Did you not have a good day or do you mean you did a lot of gross stuff today?" He shrugged. "Oh, well, I'll just have to steal a kiss later." He would do it now, but then he'd probably forget to go back to eating. It was better to wait.
"I aimed at you, but it wasn't like I was aiming for a certain area." He shrugged again. "I don't know." It wasn't like he could control these dreams. "It had nothing to do with her. I was trying to help you." He still had no idea what these dreams were supposed to do for them. Mostly, he just wanted them to stop. "How is dreaming about werewolves going to help us in our everyday life?"