Fuck. He really didn't want to get into it tonight. She was already keyed up and he wasn't sure he had the stamina to fight with her. Maybe she had a perfectly reasonable answer to his musings, but if she didn't it would certainly turn into an issue.

"Fine, just tired." He lied slowly, but his gaze once again wandered to her hand and he felt the urge to say something rise again. Instead, he moved to pour himself a measure of whiskey into the other glass kept with the booze. He threw it back, a little too quickly, but it had the steadying effect he wanted. Maybe he could ask without stirring the pot.

"Where's your ring?" He tried to keep his tone neutral as he looked at her and hoped it wouldn't instantly spark an argument.