Zoey grumpily sat down and crossed her arms underneath her chest, avoiding his eyes. "What do you want? I know you have a mission because you have a big, comfortable house to live in rather than this small house." Zoey spoke out
He smirked. "A mission? You think I am here for a mission?"
She nodded. "Why else would you be here?"
He let out a small laugh and sank to the couch. "Anyway, this is my house and I got it for this reason," he paused for some seconds and went on, "I can decide to come here anytime I want to. I don't have to have a mission or reason."
Zoey adjusted on the seat and pressed forward a bit. "I know this house belongs to you now, but you should have informed us about this and besides, we are still living here. I mean, this house doesn't suit you for goodness sake."
