"Ya could at least try to act like a decent person," Delith snapped. For all that she bickered back and for all that she hid it, words did hurt, even ones coming from a spoiled, immature, entitled brat. And after what she'd gone through earlier, all the fear--fear of losing him, the raw fear of going into a bad part of the city and facing men that could have killed both Sariel and herself for all she knew--her patience for it was somewhat less than usual.
She shoved him off of her and started to stand. "But fine. If I'm just so damned repulsive, ya can take dinner alone. Master."