There was, perhaps, a very slight eyeroll as she watched Darius' bristling. In her diamond form Sophie couldn't even pick up on surface thoughts. She was grateful for it, at times like these. It made Darius' grumbling easier to ignore.
She poured milk over her cereal and then opened a drawer to retrieve a spoon. Leaving the spoon in the bowl, she turned to the fridge to put back the milk, brushing past him again.