"Hey, when have I ever written fanfic?"
he whispered, fingers pounding furiously on the keyboard. The hushed comment and staccato clicking of the keys was loud enough to disturb the sleeping figure on the nearby bed. The soft, uncanny shape stirred beneath the covers, sending elegantly curved shadows dancing on the opposite wall.
"Keep the noise down, there's two of us in here. Remember?" Cortana murmured. "Why don't you just come back to bed?"
"Someone is wrong on the internet," Duncan replied, munching on a chocolate digestive biscuit. He knew at once he'd made a tactical error.