Miles gave her an odd look. He honestly didn't remember that time - hadn't Liam been with Millicent? Wasn't he always with Millicent? He simply continued to give her a disbelieving look. He didn't remember.
"Sweet Merlin, if I knew you were going to go about your business in the bloody bar of my pub, I'd pay you to keep your own room upstairs." If he was only just mildly irritated before, the tone she was taking with him (and the accusation of a bug up his arse) just made him see red.
"No, you're being ridiculous." He shuffled around in the pockets of his robes, handing her the key. "Since you're the one who feels like I'm keeping you down like a good housewife, and you want a good time, you can close up. I'm going home to be with my son." And yours, if you care about that.
He stormed off out the back to grab his coat, but not before grabbing a bottle of firewhiskey from under the counter. He might be going home, but he wasn't going to go empty handed. Daphne could do as she pleased, and right now, that was anything, for all he cared.