"I'm not looking for your help, freak," Aidan said cheerfully. "Not when I've got you right where I want you. Now. I'm hungry so I'm going to make something to eat. And you, you're just going to sit in your hair. In fact--" Aidan got up and took hold of the back of the chair and dragged it, across the floor to the kitchen doorway, so he could keep an eye right on him. "Perfect."