"I'll choke it out of you if you don't start talking," she growled furiously. If this were Quodpot practice she would have grabbed him by the collar and yanked him close enough to bite his face off. But this wasn't Quodpot, this was his bed. And the only clothing she could grab were his boxers and that was not going to happen.

She shoved him back into the mattress and sat on his chest. "Start. Talking."