Robin's mouth dropped open. "I was being considerate!" he argued, completely shocked at the change. "Besides I didn't think you meant that I thought it'd be more... in the hand or mouth job, I wasn't... Jesus, Nell!" Incensed, Robin threw himself off the bed and stormed towards the door again. "I'll sort it myself. You can put the brandy back," he snapped, before slamming the door behind him and stomping to his room.