She felt his fingers close around her wrist as she left, tugging her backwards and towards him again. She felt a small flutter of something--guilt, perhaps, or "Overzealous Inquisitioner?" she asked, eyebrows raising in disbelief. "You're comparing me to someone from the Inquisition? Seriously?" Another angry huff. "I can't even, you--"
She broke herself off, very aware now that he'd been speaking quite loudly for a quiet little coffeeshop, and now the barista was looking at them like she might have to ask them to leave. Gritting her teeth, she pressed her free hand to the bridge of her nose. "Fine. Fine, you get your moment to speak to the Inquisitor." The last word was spoken with derision--she'd been there during the Spanish Inquisition, and the comparison did not help her mood.
"But not here." She pulled her hand back, free from his grasp, and wrapped her fingers around the strap of her bag. "Maybe...somewhere a little more private." If they were going to get into their history, it was probably better not to do it around a group of clueless humans. And probably better not around the cause of the argument.