Krem laughed softly. It brightened him, the gentleness of her words, the tenderness, the knowing that he was allowed to be angry about so petty a thing. It didn't feel petty right now. Just stung.

Honestly, and he wasn't sure if it was right to say so right now, he would rather wrestle like they had after Magnus's party. That hadn't been wrestling, but it had been close and intimate and reassuring of his worth.

"How about," he said, and stretched from the circle of her arms just enough to grab the bottle once more. "We drink, and then we can see about the wrestling part?"