Lydia didn't take kindly to being interrupted, even if it was with Fenrir. She glanced to the man who had appeared in the room with her and crossed her arms over her chest, eying him with some small amount of distaste. "Do you honestly think that you're the only one here who is in a hurry, Mr ..." she trailed off. She hadn't actually bothered to get the man's name.
Drumming her nails against her arm, she sighed. They weren't even at home -- Fenrir had taken her to some shoddy pub for dinner, which she didn't necessarily mind since it ended in fantastic sex ... but still.
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