"Rude." So rude. The most rude. It earns Locus another nudge of his foot, a flick of condensation from his beer bottle in his direction- aimed at his face and not Luna. No need to get the cat involved. "Well I like Luna and will still visit her, even if you change your mind."

There's no getting rid of him. Seriously, if THIS didn't spook him? Nothing will.

Not even the crazy, hot ex.

"I'll have to ask, next time I see her."