Adam couldn't deal with the bite, literally or figuratively, any more. He stood once again, stepping over to where his coat was. "You wanna play Pissy little Princess then fine," he said, grabbing his coat and pulling on as he stopped to look at her. "I'm gonna decide for you, seeing as you have the memory of a fucking goldfish. I'm gonna go out. I'm gonna be several hours. Don't wait up. And don't call me - I'll call you." And just to finish it, he kissed her on the top of the forehead before brushing past her, out of the door and down the hall.