She noticed the shrug and quirked an eyebrow. His insistence that he was right brought her Irish up, and hard. The rubbing her hand was the last straw for Aria, and she showed it by attempting to wrench her fist out of his grip. "You want to know what would make me feel better? Being left to deal with this on my own. Since you obviously don't intend to do that, then maybe you could quit acting like you know what's best for me."
The words were delivered with her usual bite, and though she was practically snarling by now, Aria knew that he wouldn't be deterred. Somehow Arron had gotten it into his head to do whatever it took to get her to express the anger he could probably sense boiling beneath her surface, and deep down she recognized that this was his way of showing he cared about her enough to be there for her when he could be inside having a good time.
"Was it the dress? I figured tonight I had perfect license to really let the rambunctious twins out to socialize," she murmured, glancing down at the generous cleavage her dress was displaying. Taking his hand, Aria allowed him to assist her. "You don't have to leave with me, I'm a big girl, I can walk myself home," she managed to get out before the warmth from his shirt engulfed her shoulders. Aria was reminded of the time they went drinking and he gave her his coat. "Why are you apologizing? Thank you," she said before balancing on her tiptoes to lightly kiss his cheek.