*sighs in exasperation* Because that's not what I meant. At all.
Oh no, wait. I wouldn't.
*stares across the table at you in stony silence, when all he wants to say is what have I ever done to you? or how am I supposed to win with you?* *knows anything of the sort is pointless to ask, of course, if your whole problem is just jealousy (and he'll only end up sounding whiny, like you)*
*finally just decides to keep it simple (well, angrily simple, but damned if he's going to lose his temper with you again)* I'm not jumping through hoops today. We can talk work, or you can go back to the Harp, and I'll go back to the Fountain.