"God forbid." He growled, he pushed the branches from in front of him as he started up the hill. Tired of the damned game she was playing. Tired of every time he seemed to gain some ground she found fault in something kind he did or said, and push him back feet. Tire of battling for every fucking inch.
It was time of her own medicine. See how she liked a little coldness for a change. Perhaps he'd see the mistress of the manor and get his own room.