for what feels like the fifth consecutive time, ezra rolls his eyes. if there's ever a moment for semantics, this isn't it. of course he knows it's more of a scrape and slurp! he's the one who has to do the bloody slurping! but he's not supposed to be a vampire; he's just supposed to be a terrible fucking person. "gods, you're annoying. you know that?" fixing her with a withering stare instead of offering any stupid counterargument to what he's certain she thinks is witty banter, he adds; "feels like i should take a bite out of you just for that, vampire or not." but he won't, and if she hasn't realized that by now... really, it's like she doesn't know anything about him at all. of course, who does? "but... i think i'll stick to sucking the life out of you, instead. blood's not really my thing. now, if you bled tea..."
if annoyance had been counted in silver, he would have been rich. scratch that—they both would have been rich. the idea that there's any peace to be had between them has already come back around from rational to amusing—them, really? of all people? they're like oil and water. light and dark. there's nothing remotely compatible to get a foothold in. and still... she's the only option he has. "you could have told me to do the boxes, sure, but i would sooner have thrown the beasts outside to shit. you know, like reasonable creatures. don't know why you couldn't just get them a bloody sand pit in the yard." now who's fixating on the details? if only that's something they could latch onto, instead of... well, irritating each other with. it might be the one thing they actually do have in common, even. but that realization doesn't spark any glow of friendship in him, and he can't imagine it's any different with her. they might as well live on different planets.
"look, you can have your psychotic view of the world if you'd like, but in my world, we use the dishwasher properly—to wash the bloody dishes. the cupboards are for the clean ones." it's truly like she picks and chooses her own lifestyle based on what will annoy him most. anyone else, and he would find it impressive... just... does it have to be him she's infuriating? "'course, if you don't like how i'll do it... feel free to take the duty on for yourself. gods know i won't be complaining about kicking my feet up."