Not caring if his coat still had rain on it, most of the drips having fallen off on their way to the room, Danmark slammed down onto his bed, the headboard thumping against the wall. "Hungry as hell. Make me a sandwich." He half growled, a small chuckle following it, a smirk appearing on his lips. "After all, between us, you're the woman of the room. If I'm protecting you, least you can do is make my dinner, chick." One arm flopped over his eyes, rubbing them with a sigh, allowing some of the pent up anger leave him. Sure, this kid was still just as annoying, but, hey, Danmark had to be grateful he didn't get stuck with the ass showing off for his werewolf.