Comet pulled into the hotel parking lot, cutting the engine as the two settled into the brief quiet. It had been a successful mission, but exhaustion weighed heavy on them—though Arloh was more fed up with the dress he’d been stuck wearing all night. Just as he reached for the passenger door handle, the locks clicked down, and he shot a sharp glare at Comet.

"Let me," Comet purred, stepping out and making his way around to unlock and open Arloh’s door with an infuriatingly smug smile. Arloh scowled. "Such a gentleman," he muttered, growing increasingly irritated by Comet’s over-the-top sweetness.

As they entered the hotel, Comet once again held the door open, and Arloh’s patience snapped. “Cut the shit, Comet. The mission’s over—you don’t have to keep treating me like your bitch.”