"Oh, of course."

She wavers slightly and looks, for a moment, as though she would very much like to cry - before her eyes narrow to angry slits, voice a low hiss of displeasure.

"If you insist on being impossible you can just go back to my room to fucking sleep," if he wants to be miserable, she can be every bit as miserable - and then some. "I'll stay here, I am most certain that my former company of simpering idiots will be utterly glad to have you."