"As a matter of face, I have. In fact, it was to open up the pub the first time, or did you forget about that already? You sure didn't seem to mind that night." Seriously, when had be become so paranoid?
"I'm speaking solely of jealousy here, Miles. It's rather obvious that some sort of bug has crawled up your ass, and I haven't even done anything wrong. If you can do what you do without me making a scene, I should be able to talk to my friends and be extended the same courtesy." She watched him carefully. "Besides, wasn't it YOU that wanted us both to 'go about our business?'"
Daphne's mouth dropped open before she clamped it shut, gritting her teeth. "You're being ridiculous," she said simply, shaking her head. "Fine, I'll go home."