Pam grimaced. "It's rather... pitiful... isn't it?"
Eric glared at her. "She," he said emphatically. "Not... it." He glanced back at the sleeping girl and grimaced. "Yes, she is rather pitiful," he agreed softly.
Pam rolled her eyes. "Eric, I really don't have time to take care of another one of your pets..."
"I'll take care of her."
"Until you become bored, and then I'll be stuck feeding it, taking care of it, keeping it out of trouble..."
"She!" He snarled, "Not it! She belongs to me and I will take care of her!"
"Whatever..." Pam wandered away and glanced out the window at the sky. "The sun will rise soon and what will you do if she wakes while you are resting?"
"She won't," said Eric. "She will sleep until nightfall."
"You can't know that..."
"I know it."
Pam arched a single perfect eyebrow at him. "My my," she drawled. "Aren't we attached to our new little play-thing?"
"You will not touch her..."
"I wouldn't bother," Pam snapped back. "She's not really my type."
Eric glanced at her. "Go home," he said softly, and watched her retreating figure. A thought occurred to him. "And bring some clothes for her when you return." His lips twitched into a half smile as the door slammed emphatically behind her. She would bring the clothes as he'd commanded, he knew. And they would be exquisite.