Daphne looked at him angrily when he took away her drink, wondering what the hell was wrong with him. Apparently a bug had crawled up his ass today or something.
She felt instantly compelled to rip her arm from his grasp, but she gave him a very indignant look instead. "I'll be back, Cass," she said, smiling at him before glaring at Miles again. "This will be a just a moment."
She waited until they were out of earshot before she finally tore her arm from his grip. "What the hell is your problem?" she demanded, her face confused.