She let him work out what had happened on his own. She could pick up once he'd gotten caught up.<br/><br/>But as she listened, he went further and further afield, her brows climbing towards her hairline at the last few statements.<br/><br/>"Not in the mood? Not in the mood!?!," she parroted back. "And just how, pray tell, would you know when I'm not in the mood? It's not like you've even approached me for most of the last year. We barely even share a bed, with the hours you keep. If it weren't for our honeymoon, I'd suspect you were asexual. And it's just like you to be so focused and self-absorbed on what you're not getting that you don't even realize that I'm in precisely the same situation!"