Great. Wonderful. Marvelous. Rhys let out an irritated grunt when Dani removed the chair from his grasp and started away from him, and he jammed his hands into his pockets and looked at his shoes. Well, he'd tried, hadn't he? He'd approached the situation as calmly as he knew how, even said 'please' when he asked for a few minutes in private, and now his wife was mad at him.
"Right, then," he said, addressing the words to Anika. He'd asked her nicely, frak it, and it was her reaction to his request that had triggered this new mess. What did she think, he was planning to slap her around?