"Thomas!" I bellowed.
There was a moment where I swear he was considering not answering. Then, "Yeah?"
"Come in here."
After a few seconds, he appeared in the doorway. I gestured to my bed, glaring at him, and said, "Well?"
Covers were rumpled, both pillows on the floor, and there were a few conspicuous long hairs visible.
He leaned against the doorway, apparently unconcerned, but I saw him gulp a tiny bit. "Ah."
"Hells bells, Thomas. Again?"
He winced that time "Uh…."
I held up a hand. "Oh, no," I tossed him the keys. "Store's on Third. Flannel. Move it."