Sometimes Demelza wondered if she had that muggle disorder where you could be extremely happy one moment and then completely depressed the next. Or if a relationship could be that way. She hadn't reached the latter, but her mood definitely dropped a few notches at his lackluster response. Maybe she was boring, or maybe he was boring her. But this wasn't anything new, him giving her that expression and voice and sarcasm. Demelza was used to it, numb to that which used to worry her to no end. If she hadn't been used to it she might question him relentlessly on if something was wrong.
"It was," she said, her voice soft and calm now. At least she no longer felt too hyper to even contain herself, which was an effect he could also have on her and was much more likely to happen. "But, 'ello." Demelza's lips twitched and she easily slid back off of him, standing to the side with her hands on her hips.
"Mind if I get cleaned up? Or are you too entranced with your book?" Her head leaned to the side as she surveyed him, giving him a rather deadpan look of her own. If he wanted her to go and have time to himself, she could just floo to her apartment and have a long shower and maybe go out with someone else. But there were things she wanted to talk about, things that were on her mind and bothering her to no end; information that turned her stomach to even think about. She hadn't decided if she should bring those up yet but the discomfort of it all probably showed on her face until she actively thought of clearing her expression and her thoughts.