“Okay. Well. Good night,” Rozanov said, and moved to get up. Shane’s mouth dropped open, and he was about to be furious when he noticed the playful, crooked grin. “Fuck you,” Shane said. “Did you need something?” Rozanov asked innocently. Shane glared at him. Rozanov chuckled and grabbed some tissues from the nightstand so he could wipe his stomach off a bit. “Lie down,” Rozanov instructed.
