A hundred things. A thousand things. Her glare darkened, and she opened her mouth to speak, to remind him of just who he was speaking to...
But, a figure wrapped in a sheet caught her attention in the corner of her eye. A whore, who was doing her best not to gape at the argument but was, instead, giving Kathryn the most profoundly sympathetic look...
No, this wasn't the time or the place for such an argument...though this was hardly the first they had had. It seemed to be all they did -- bicker back and forth. And she was only just beginning to realize... She needed someone to take care of her, and Dekka, well... He was just not that guy.
Instead of snapping at him, she lowered her gaze, and her bottom lip gave a little tremble. Softly, with all the anger drained out of her, she said, "I think we should talk. Not argue. Talk."