Simon stared at me, wide eyed.
"You can't leave me here." He said, aghast that I may have other plans for my Saturday than sitting at home with him. Crowley knows I didn't have that level of domesticity in me today.
"Why not?" Honestly, having Simon to stay was like babysitting a gerbil.
"Your Aunt will… I don't know… eat me or something." I smirked as I watched the colour drain from his face.
"She prefers older boys." Only Simon would actually believe that Aunt Fiona would eat someone. His heckles had been up ever since he had ran here. From Watford.
Seriously, that boy has issues.
"Where are you going anyway?" Snow asked with his signature eyebrow raise. It meant he thought I was plotting something. Plotting, really? Who the hell spends their time plotting? I may be a vampire but I'm not a Victorian villain.
"I am either going out for ice cream or to commit a heinous crime." I opened the front door, leaving Snow in the large entrance hall. "I'll decide in the car."
"I'm coming with you." He burst out, grabbing one of my spare coats and running - actually running - out of the door.
"Crowley, Snow." I sighed, throwing my hands in the air as I locked the door behind me. "Fine, you can come along. But only if you like choc chip."