"I hate you."

Elijah hummed in agreement but didn't look up from his book. "I see. And what have I done to earn your ire this time, my dear?"

You groaned and flopped down on the couch, turning so your head ended up in your boyfriend's lap. That was enough to get at least part of his attention and he moved the book aside so he could see your face. He arched a brow and his lips twitched in amusement as he noted your pout. He sat the book on the table beside him and gave you his full attention.

One hand intertwined with yours and the other pushed your hair back from your face. "Okay, Y/N. I'm listening. What is the problem?"

You lifted one foot. "Look. Just look at it."

"And to what am I to be paying attention?"

"My boots, Elijah. Look at my boots. They're ruined."

"And?"

That had you sitting up and turning to him in annoyance. "They're my new ones. And they were ruined fighting those witches yesterday because your brother doesn't know how to play well with others."

"Honestly, Y/N, if your kills were cleaner this wouldn't be an issue. Do you know how much money I spend replacing your clothing? It's absurd really."

You blinked several times as you processed the words that had just come out of your boyfriend's mouth. Surely...and there was that smirk. "You are such a brat."

He chuckled as he stood and held out a hand. You let him help you to your feet. As soon as you were standing, he pulled you to him and wrapped an arm around you before kissing your temple. "Come. We'll go out and eat at that little restaurant you love so much and see if we can replace your treasured footwear."