[Alright. If nothing else, THAT was a solid proof that something was up. And that the problem was him. Any other day she would hav let him spoil her rotten, if someone told her such a thing. But now there's suddenly an annoyed line around her lips and she takes a rather big swig of the ale she's holding and that reply she gives him, speaks volumes in itself.

She turns his back on him and starts walking away, but he won't have it. They're solving this, whether she liked it or not. Before she can get out of his reach, he's grabbing her wrist.]

Wait. How about we drop this game and you tell me what's really wrong? If I somehow upset you, I am truly sorry, but I'd really wish you'd tell me straight out, so we can sort it out.