Tatin grinned slowly. "On second thought..." He says loudly as if just arriving at a train of thought. And he flings the door to the refresher open, stepping inside. "I care more for my comfort than for yours. You can take the second." He says.<br/><br/>He'd planned this, as he knew the back and forth was liable to destroy whatever modicum of control the girl had at this point. "Well? Chop chop." He says, almost sweetly but in an infuriating tone.