Miles had already turned when she started to hiss at him, and he felt her grasp the robes on his arm. He pulled his arm out of her grip easily, flashing her a dark warning glare. He wasn't going to dignify that with an answer.
Miles felt something hit him as he headed to the end of the bar, and turned as she yelled at him. He saw her fiery glare, and had he not been so annoyed, he would have been amused by her feeble little outburst.
Slowly picking up the key, he stood and squared his shoulders, walking back towards her. "Why? Was there something else you needed to say, or were you just going to hurl insults at me?" He stood over her, torn between his anger at her for being so... so... frustrating, and the fact that she knew he liked it when she got angry.
He was breathing heavily in frustration as he neared her, wishing to all hell she didn't make him feel that way. "Curse you to blazes, woman," he said with a growl as he turned and stormed off again. He slammed the key down on the table, and didn't care if she closed up or not.