*slams on the brakes of his car because he is so shocked at the words coming out of your mouth (so unlike you) (except ...)* *stiffly* Have you hit your head, Ehtello? Or did you just get out of bed the wrong side this morning? (But I was there and I know you didn't, for all that I tried to stop you getting out of bed.)
*and now his heart is racing for entirely different reasons (What have I done?) (but everything has been perfect since we got married) but he starts his car again and, instead of driving towards the Fountain, he sets off in the direction of the Harp* Of course I can deal with it myself. When you're not so busy, perhaps you might lend a hand. D.C. al coda in progress.
*hangs up without wanting to hear another angry, ugly word from you and hightails it straight to the Harp, breaking every red light en route*