Beth groaned and rolled onto her back. “I’d rather stay here.”
“Get dressed,” he ordered softly.
Robert got up, leaving Beth lying on the bed. He stopped just as he was about to leave the room. He turned around and raised an eyebrow when he saw she hadn’t moved.
“Dressed,” he said again.
Beth stuck her tongue out at him, making him smile. He rolled his eyes and walked out, closing the door behind him to give her some privacy. She got up, grabbed a towel and headed into the en suite.
Forty-five minutes later, Beth was showered and dressed. She was sat in the kitchen, eating the omelette and bacon Robert had set in front of her.
“This is actually really good,” Beth said as Robert came into the room, dressed and his hair still damp from the shower.
“You sound surprised,” Robert replied, carefully avoiding the open cupboard. He scowled at it and closed it, grumbling about something.
“Well, I can imagine you never had to lift a finger for most of your human life.”
“I’m going to ignore that comment,” he murmured. “The whores had a cooking rota that they slipped me into when I moved in.”
“When did you live with whores?”
“When I was training as an assassin. Living with three dozen female prostitutes is a very interesting set of circumstances for a young man to find himself in.”
Beth made a noise of agreement. Robert was scribbling things on the blackboard on the other side of the room. It was a couple of metres long and a couple of metres wide. He stopped occasionally to look over what he’d done. Beth couldn’t clearly see what it was. The scribble quickly became more cluttered. When he reached the edge, he started a new line.
“Of course, food was very different then so Alicia took it upon herself to refresh my knowledge of cooking.”
“Well then I must thank her for that because this is really nice.”
Beth ate in silence from then on, watching Robert writing on the huge blackboard on the wall.
“What are you doing?” Beth asked as she put her knife and fork down.
“Thinking,” Robert said.
“Oh yes?” Beth asked, trying to keep the giggle out of her voice.
She got up and went to stand beside Robert. He was still writing on the board. He reached another edge and started another line. It took Beth a moment to realise exactly what it was she was looking at. On the blackboard in front of her was a massive equation. It stretched from edge to edge and was several lines long.