Pig. Darla's mind was swirling with insults that she would never actually have the courage to verbalize. She preferred to play the sweet and innocent maid, even if she wasn't very good at it. The maid part she had down, but the sweet and innocent - not so much. Bitter and revengeful was more like it.
His comment and gesture to her cleaning supplies had Darla narrowing her eyes and practically scowling. "A lot of things are more comfortable with only one person," she agreed, if you could even consider it that. "Although I find it very hard to imagine you honestly believe what you said," she continued, her voice faint but somewhat cold at the same time. "If the bed is so much more comfortable with one person then why invite another if they are just going to take away from your precious comfort?"
She fidgeted slightly with the band tying her apron around her waist. As confident as her words might have been, Darla was anything but. He made her nervous. Well, not just him, but basically all men. Still she couldn't keep from raising a brow in his direction when he admitted that he didn't have a wife and probably never would. "That does not surprise me," she admitted.