"The who whating how with huh?"

[Howl Pendragon]

It was late, he was tired and wanted nothing more then to retreat to his bedchamber, drag his darling wife up there with him and just curl up in her arms and die (or come close to it) from exhaustion. Rearranging portals and making sure the current portals didn't open into nothingness (which reminded him to get rid of the portal to the waste since it wasn't needed anymore), dealing with temperamental fire demons (even if they didn't have to stay and were very vocal about that fact), dealing with several explosions due to an apprentice (why his beloved Sophie didn't tell Markl to move in with Martha was beyond him at this point - the boy was old enough to be out on his own) misreading some vital bit of a spell, *and* slither out of a meeting with his former teacher (dealing with Madame Suliman did not rank on the list of the top ten things he wanted to do), that it wasn't a surprise that the ever loveable Howl was wanting to just collapse from exhaustion.

"Unless it's absolutely vital to me, you, or any of the other's well being, Sophie," he said, casting his bleary gaze upon his best beloved. "I do not want to hear about it, at least, not until I get several hours of sleep and a nice hot shower, possibly a two hour if I can get away with it. And not a word about my personal habits. I *know* I'm vain."

He groaned, feeling muscles he didn't know he had twitching, protesting the sudden movement as he adjusted his position in the chair so he could get a better look at Sophie. Curse her desire to be just out of a comfortable position for him to be in so he could watch her.