"I am not jealous!" His face went red, and the pitch of his voice rose just a little too quickly. He stood, grabbing his jacket up under one arm. "Like I'd want you hanging around pestering me about our next move more than you already do - none of us have the first clue where we're supposed to be going - it's all a bunch of -" He was dangerously close to just sputtering incoherently, so he began again: "Go take the locket for him, then, if you're so worried!"