Nah. Gotta leave at some point, 'cause I need coffee and you promised me food and sightseeing. Plus, the laundry room isn't in the apartment and I'm sure you'll think of some more slave labor you want done besides laundry. You and that giant IQ of yours. [Dean chewed happily on a slice of crispy bacon, sighing in contentment. He was a hedonist in all senses of the word... booze, food, sex. Bring it on.]