"That wouldn't be much of a housewarming gift, would it? If it was an exchange," Tannusen decided to make himself more comfortable, turning sideways on the arm of the chair and draping his legs over onto the other arm.

He ignored the comment about being a masochist. That was true, but unrelated. This wasn't precisely that. He didn't get off on being yelled at, quite the opposite. It just... scratched some other kind of awful itch. Some dark part of him really liked being loathed by others... maybe it helped him keep any lingering drops of humanity at bay, let him be what he really was? He didn't know, and he was quiet as he contemplated the subject, all to himself.