You bloody well were is on the tip of his tongue, and it'd be nice if being well bred was the reason he doesn't say it in all its graceless petulance. It isn't that, unfortunately, it's that Vanessza has more to say, enough to stop him silent and simply stare down at her in much the same way he had when she'd first taken those initial gasps for air.

Astounding. "This is rather old hat for you, isn't it," he says, instead, almost too curious at the absurdity of it all not to take a step back from more subjective anger. But it does at least indicate that no, he is buying none of that, nor is he particularly inclined to let it go.

Although, more literally, he is inclined to let her put herself together again. There is only the tiniest sneer at his mouth; "Go, then." He has wards to put up and she has grey matter to wash out of her hair.