Summer clasped her hands together and looked innocent. “Would I do a thing like that?”
“How should I know!? /I/ don’t live with you!” She ruffled his hair.
He huffed and rolled his eyes. You’re infuriating. You know that? he only half meant it.
“That’s why you love me.”
Sure… he smirked.
She stuck her lip out. “You don’t love me? Cruel, Merlin!”
He grinned. Yep, that’s me. Merlin, the cruel, evil sorcerer.
“Indeed!” She stuck her tongue out at him. “Truly, it wasn’t me. You thrash too much in your sleep for my taste.”