Her instinct is nothing chastened, but irritation; he thinks he deserves an explanation, does he? Deserves? What about her foot in his arse, she could probably find someone who thinks he deserves that--

It's been a long week. She takes a breath, then pries his hand from her wrist, carefully and deliberately.

“I think you should let me clean up.” It's almost kind. It says no, you don't.