His smile became a little colder and his quizzical expression mirrored her own. Things were precarious enough without his being harped on. He bit back a snide retort- he didn't want a full blown fight just now, but really could his day get worse?- and shrugged. "And what are our goals, exactly-" Erik raised a hand, and tilted his head. "No, wait, what are your goals?" There always felt like they were skirting something, and he'd always chosen to ignore it, but Erik understood implicitly that she wasn't happy with him. That she hadn't been for a very long time.