You can let me fucking go! You can stop keeping us all here like chained prisoners to torture at your leisure! "I have everything I need," Marian told him, polite but certainly not warm.
"I'll make the tea," she added, turning her attention back to the kettle and then setting up mugs for each of the boys downstairs. She knew by now how they all took their tea and, by god, they were going to get the best cup of tea she could possibly make for them.