Noel ducked to the lower cabinets – a percussion of pots and pans clanged into each other. <br /><br />“Are you intentionally trying not to listen to me?”<br /><br />His head popped above the counter. “I resent that. I’m a great listener. Just ask the TV.”<br /><br />Emily rolled her eyes. “Alright. I had…” <br /><br />Noel heard her swallow and he suddenly wanted to knock himself out with the frying pan. <br /><br />“…relations…with a mortal, Tommy.” <br /><br />He ducked again, this time from embarrassment. He groaned silently, wishing she’d turn and walk away before she said what he knew was coming.<br /><br />“It wasn’t quite the same as it was when I was human. It didn’t—”<br /><br />“Please you, yeah I got it,” he blurted. “Please, for the love of God, stop.