Laugh at that, yes. I don't know his bloody name. He just grunts at me and moves around and does the dishes. He hasn't pooped pellets in my bed over it, so I don't think it minds. The wee one's a fan of Chloe, so unless you want to wake up to it trying to ravage your toes, I'd be nice to her. Not that you wouldn't otherwise...
He trusts Lucifer. Well, THIS Lucifer