There you were. Taking off your shoes, wobbling at the door. Silas crossed his arms over his chest, watching carefully as you mumbled to yourself. He was pissed.

"Drunk again, huh?"

His cold voice spoke up, his eyes staring back at you. At least, you seemed untouched... He'd have to check, just in case. Silas approached, throwing you over his shoulder, and brought you to the couch.

"Sit. I'll scent you later."