His eyes widened a bit at her accusation. Of course he was too big, he was lumbering and huge but it had never been a problem in the past. He looked at her, his brown eyes looking hurt despite his past efforts at a poker face. "Well there is nothing I can do about my chest," he said flinching when she poked him.

Sasha tried to tell himself she was just cranky and she had every right to be, but there was always that underlying feeling that it was him. Of course it was, there was something about him that was just never quite right. Perhaps she had preferred Leland's chest and he almost asked but that was not an answer that he wanted to know, too afraid she might say yes. He didn't let his face betray that though. He only rose one eyebrow quizzically. "What would you have me do?"

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As usual, the mystified expression on his face made her instantly feel bad. Why did he have to look so much like a cute, little puppy? It only made her more angry and she turned her back to him, elbows out in difficult angles.

"Well I don't think plastic surgery exists to shrink chests" she said scathingly. Besides, she would miss it if it was gone. "You could buy me a bigger bed. And proper air conditioning."

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He softened a bit, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Snuggling down a bit, he slipped one arm around her, between her side and her elbow and nuzzled the back of her neck with his nose. "It does not," he murmured, his lips grazing lightly against her skin. "But I think a bigger bed would be agreeable," he grinned. "And air conditioning as well. I am not fond of the climate in the American south. It is too hot and muggy."

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"Get offa me" Faith whined, swatting at Sasha half-heatedly. "That tickles." She made no moves to get away from him though, and only pointed her wand at the door to make sure the charms were in place before lighting a cigarette.

"Colorado is much better. Fresh air, none of this stupid humid bull shit" she agreed.

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Sasha grinned, she might have been swatting at him but she wasn't pulling away and that had to mean something. "Well perhaps we should relocate, finish school out there," he said wistfully. "There is nothing wrong with transferring schools right?"

"I have only ever lived here and in Russia," he frowned slightly. "From what I remember, Russia was cold and dry. I do not know what is worse."

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"But I'm not living at another school. You'll have to work at Taco Bell and pay for us to have an apartment" Faith grinned, turning back towards Sasha.

"At least you don't have to wrestle any bears here like in Russia"she said wrly.

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"I would not dream of making you live at another school housing project," he smirked. "But does it have to be Taco Bell? And not McDonalds, that place is a tragedy... in fact... I will find a job that has nothing to do with food."

Sasha tried not to snort at her comment. "You are right, I do not have to wrestle bears here though the temptation is always there."

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