No? Oh, Devlin was not going to let her get away with that. He was shocked for a moment by how quickly she escaped from their conversation, but he got over it fast enough and followed her to the floo, grabbing a fistful and shouting the directions to Demelza's flat right after her. Like hell she was running away from this. He needed to know, and she needed to tell him.
Emerging from the floo into Demelza's flat, he didn't bother taking a moment to sneer at how disorganized it was like he usually might; he ran straight into the next room, physically searching for her rather than shouting out. He didn't bother being quiet, though. He knew Demelza knew he was there. When he finally found her he couldn't help but snarl, "What the fuck are you playing at?"