[He turns his head so fast at that that his neck actually hurts. Those brows raise his eyes widen - shock absolute shock. He couldn't have possibly heard that right but he knows he did.]

Give them back.

[Only now he's not playing he wants those things out of the apartment as soon as possible. There's a faint hint of harshness to his words, a side effect of the jealousy that's taken hold even as he slides from the couch.]