Gray stumbled back, and caught himself on the desk across the room, confused at first, but then he looked down. Fuck. Morning wood. Although the fact that Addy had been in her underwear all morning probably hadn't helped.
"Gray, it's you! You get a boner at the thought of a triple stack cheeseburger!"
Well, add that one to the facebook profile. 'As attractive as a cheeseburger'. On that note... she was starving. She could demolish an entire Sonic right about now. Did they have those in Canada? How far could she Apparate?
"Fiiiiiine." Gray sighed dramatically, grabbing his jeans from the floor. His little buddy was starting to edge out of his boxers, anyhow. It was probably for the best. As he pulled his jeans back on, he turned his head to look at Addy.
"Sooo. Uh. Am I supposed to give you money or something?"
"I can't believe how much you want to die!" Man, he was lucky that lamp was out of reach. She'd open his head up again.
"If you didn't have that... thing protecting you," she made a face, glancing involuntarily at the bulge at the front of his jeans, "I would come over there right now and KILL YOU."
"Relax," Gray smirked, grabbing a clean T-shirt and throwing it on. He walked back up to her, as she was near the exit. "Come on, I'll buy you breakfast," he offered, giving her an innocent enough look as he passed.
The expression was innocent, anyway. The direction his eyes went, was not.
She rolled her eyes. There was no use even yelling at him; she could bitch him out until she was blue in the face, but he wouldn't notice because he'd be busy checking her out. What the hell was he looking for, anyway? For one thing she was fully dressed, and for another, he'd seen it all last night anyway. What was the big mystery?
Following him out the door, she commented, "If your idea of breakfast is healthy shit, I'm out of here. I need grease and salt and fat."
"You fucking kidding?" Gray whipped his head around to cast a 'I'm so offended' look at Addy before turning back to make his way down the stairs. "You ever have poutine before?"
She wrinkled her nose. "It sounds like a laxative," in response to his question, then as a casual sidenote, "You know, it'd be pretty easy to kick you down these stairs from here." She blinked at him innocently.
Well, it would. Just a thought. She started to lift her foot up as if she were going to do it.
Gray took two quick steps further down, turning to face her--but maintaining his distance so she didn't just end up kicking him in the balls or something.
He hooked his arm under her knee and pulled the bottom half of her leg tight against his chest.
The sudden shift in balance almost tipped her down the stairs right over the top of him. "Jesus, Gray!" She grabbed onto his shoulders. "The hell are trying to do?"
Then she pouted. "You know bacon and cheese wins over hurting you... just."
"Stopping you." He squeezed her calf for a moment too long before letting her leg drop from his grip. He looked a little too pleased with himself, but Addy should have been used to it by now.
"Can't ever say I don't know how to treat a lady," Gray laughed, sprinting down the rest of the stairs before Addy found more incentive to punt him.
She rolled her eyes, but chased him down the rest of the stairs with a mischievous cackle. "Yeah, Sir Gray and his mighty offers of bacon to damsels in distress. Chivalrous, and shit." She'd have said something about it being completely classy (sarcasm), but it was exactly her idea of a good morning and she wasn't going to comment on her own class or lack thereof.
Her belly gurgled ominously. "This poutine shit better be as good as it sounds."