He knew she'd asked for three things; Sina gestured dismissively at him with the brandy glass, which was rapidly turning into as much of a prop as it was for her consumption. She took a harried sip of it, waiting for something more from him — anything more. Sina didn't know what she wanted, though — she wanted him to not have carried on this affair for an embarrassingly long time, and to have been so haphazard about it that she eventually found out.

"It didn't look like you were handling it," she sniped back at him. "It looked like you were glowering at a ballerina all night." Glowering, instead of spending time arguing with her in one of the many rooms of their new house that they had not adequately broken in yet!