"You're not going anywhere, Darcy. If I see you've set even a food outside that door, I'll readmit you and give you the tough drugs that make you drool." Bruce smirked, "You're not going to want those, trust me. Not a good look."
He pulled out a pen from behind his ear and wrote on his hand, "What do you want from the supermarket? And bear in mind that you're talking to me." He asked, ignoring her order.