"'Mister Abby'?" Kraig grunted as he was pushed into his room. "That wasn't very creative, my dea-"
She slammed the door in his face. He couldn't help but smile behind... well, closed doors... and he did as he was ordered. Running his fingers through his hair in a sloppy way, Envy checked his reflection of any flaws.
"Nope," he assured himself aloud. "Everything's fine... 'cept for that god-forsaken eye."
Heaving a sigh of disapproval, he extended an arm and swept up a black and gray-striped shirt, a pair of faded black jeans, and the shoes he'd worn the day before. Within moments, the male exited the room from whence he'd been banished.

"Why are we going downstairs?" he asked as he locked his door. "...And who in the hell do you think you are, bossing me around like that!"
He'd just realized that he complied with every order she'd barked without hesitation. He couldn't just shrivel up and take it- not anymore. That was not him. No one was going to tell him what to do; especially not a girl.

Tightly crossing his arms, he tapped his foot, awaiting an answer. A scoff was held on his handsome face; he knew he wasn't going to intimidate her. That is why she intrigued him. She did not seem to be attracted to him; nor was she afraid. Was this girl some kind of immortal, maybe? One of those succubus things?