You were lying sick in bed when suddenly your enemy came through the door.

"Here to annoy me again? Not in the mood for that." you groaned slightly.

"No? I just heard that you're sick, so I brought you some soup." he said, sitting next to you on the bed. "Open your mouth." he added.

"What? No!" you frowned. "You can't even pick up a spoon, so shut up and let me feed you." you finally listened to him.

"Good girl.." you heard him mumble under his breath.