"Miles! I'm having ONE bloody drink while serving YOUR customers and talking to one of MY friends. You're acting like I'm fucking snogging him on the bar." She grabbed the sleeve of his robes, twisting the fabric in her grip. "Don't you DARE insinuate anything like that about me."
She took the key, her fingers tightening around it. Daphne glared daggers at him, and as he took the bottle of firewhiskey and turned his back on her, she chucked the piece of metal at his back. "Don't you walk away from me, Miles Bletchley."
Daphne knew that people were watching, but she was certainly not about to let him just walk away.