I stared at him, unsure whether to laugh or strangle him.
"You're joking, right?" I asked, my voice dripping with disbelief.
Theodore didn't even flinch. He just watched me with that irritatingly calm expression, like I hadn’t just turned his entire house into a bonfire.
"Nope," he said, looking totally at ease. "You burned down my house, so now we move into yours. It's only fair."
Before I could say anything, one of the security guards handed Theodore his cat. I could have sworn it was glaring at me, as if it knew that I was the one who burnt down his home.
"You have enough money to move elsewhere," I told him as I returned the cat's glare with my own. "You don't need to move into my place. Besides, it's too small to host two grown adults and a cat."
"We'll live," he cradled Tinkerb
