It was written all over his face, the urge to snap at the pig and hurl spiteful poisonous insults his way or worse. But instead he rolls his eyes and lets out a sigh. "I have been awake too long" he announces gathering his things.

"My Lady" he says nodding to Jet before making his way, with heavy steps, up the creaky stairs to his room.
As the door creaked to a close, a black bolt of fiery brimstone burst from atop the fan in a small shower of sparks, sending it and Cash hurtling to the ground.

Upon the billowing dust brought up from the loud messy crash, ever so faintly travelling on the wind were the [@Billsomething]words 'you are welcome'