Chat Noir rolled his eyes. "Yeah because that's totally the same thing."
Ladybug giggled, but said nothing.
"You know, Bug," he said casually, his eyes still on the stars. "You could always come to my place and enjoy the air conditioning with me."
She snorted. "What, and you could enjoy me in my itty bitty pajama shorts?"
"Ah, what?" He choked out, a vision of her long legs bare and reclining on his bed filling his mind. He did his best to shrug nonchalantly, feigning indifference. "I mean, if you still wanted to go that route, sure."
"There's a whole lotta summer left to get through, Kitty," she pointed out, laughter in her voice. "And a lotta summer nights. Would you really show me the wonders of sleeping in the AC, and then expect me to go back to sleeping in an oven?"
I have to stop thinking about Ladybug in my bed. He throttled his wayward thoughts and rolled his head to give her a flat look. "In an oven? Really?"
She waved a hand dismissively. "Above an oven, actually, but in this heat it amounts to the same thing."
He grunted skeptically. "And you say I'm over-dramatic."
Ladybug sat up to scowl at her partner. "Listen here, you mangy cat. You try sleeping in a house with an industrial oven in the summer without air conditioning, and then tell me how dramatic I'm being!"
His brows rose, curiosity piqued. "Industrial oven?"
"Uh, never mind," she huffed.
He smiled wistfully, tucking that little detail away, and looked back to the sky. "So I guess relocating to my place is out, then, huh?"
"Don't tempt me, kitty," she sighed. "Please, don't tempt me."