Of course he didn't pay his heating bill. It was sooo stupid of you to think that he'd had the forethought to actually set aside money for utilities. Now, you're sat on the couch. You, stewing in your own spite and anger at your situation as he flips through a magazine with you huddled against him. Some random demon blood bullshit made him akin to a heater, making the situation barely bearable as you tried to keep warm. He eventually asks as your shivering dies down: "Y'still cold?"