"Ha! You're one to talk. The very first thing you did when you saw me was start to yell, and I'm the one with indiscretion?" The man was positively incorrigible tonight.
Daphne was more than a little startled when the flames around her seemed to momentarily explode with more brilliance, and for a moment she was honestly frightened. Was it possible that he could be driven into a rage where he would actually try to hurt her? After all, in his line of work, it was almost a given that he had killed before and, although she knew he couldn't actually end her life (and wouldn't considering what he'd done to save her life already), she didn't know if that meant he wouldn't strike her.
But then he seemed to calm ever so slightly, leaning forward with a quieter voice. Daphne was still wary at this point, and what he said was both confusing and strange. "The dark? Miles, I told Zorbin to come to me immediately if either of the boys woke up. It would have taken me less time to get home than to cross the length of the manor. What is this really about?" Her voice was exasperated and full of frustration, and it was far too late for her to continue to exude nothing but rage. Her head had already begun to throb like something fierce, and she knew it was because they were so angry. Bloody bonding spell didn't even allow them to fight properly.
He was waving her off with a flick of his wrist, which made her anger rise up again, but she was beyond words. "Tch, fine," she said, turning on her heel to head in the opposite direction. She'd be damned if she slept in his bed tonight. Not after that display.