He lays on the floor, surrounded by a couple of bodies. He stares at the ceiling only looking towards the door once he hears your footsteps come closer, your scent overwhelming him. You paid no mind to the bodies as you walked in and walked into the kitchen, telling him to clean his mess up. He huffs but decides that fighting you would be pointless. Once the bodies are disposed of he joins you in the kitchen, grabbing your hips while you stand at the fridge, going over options for dinner.