If he were a smarter man, he would make it so she couldn't get in at all, so she couldn't keep playing these games with his head. Of course for some unknown reason, he kept letting her. He was his own worst enemy where she was concerned. She'd left him and he still kept letting her traipse in and out of his life, even as he tried to move on. Even when he was half-in-love with someone else.

"What can I do for you tonight, Mor?" Maybe she'd just fuck with his mind a little, or fuck him and be done with it. Whatever the mood was. He couldn't say no, but he could be grumpy about it. He poured himself a glass of the wine she'd already helped herself to and made his way into the parlor to face her.