[ To be fair: everything fucking annoys him. Not having magic. Not having caffeine or nicotine and drinking shitty beer. Not having books, missing pages and paper, too scared or cowardly or defeated to even try anything serious where spellwork is concerned. He gives her a Look, briefly, with his brows raised, but it's more self-deprecating than him trying to assert something. ]
no subject
I told you. I don't care about that.
[ The stabbing's a non-issue. ]
That it?