With that, he reached for the jewelry box.
Harry looked at Dean. He felt that this person was lying.
Dean nodded slightly. Harry then smiled and handed over the box, teasing as he did, "Buddy, a man being so afraid of a woman just won't do. You look like you haven't slept well for five or six days!"
The homeowner, Aidor, gave a strained chuckle, his smile unsightly, as he took the box. Then, BANG, he slammed the door shut.
After that, the sound of several chains being fastened echoed from behind the door.
This guy had even added several locks on the inside.
Harry said, "...Dean, why do I get the feeling this guy has been severely traumatized recently? It's making him very insecure and extremely panicky."
Dean let out a chuckle. "Harry, guess why his voice is so hoarse."
