"Well you dunnae<em>have</em>tae touch it if ye dunnae wannae." Conceded Xander. "Ye can use a knife and fork if ye need tae." His phone rang. "Shit... sorry, I gottae take this..." He stood up and walked a way away, but still close enough to hear his half of the conversation.<br/><br/>"Hello... Yeah. I tried an' noth... Of course I did that! Do ye think I'm a complete idiot? I woul' nev... Don't you fucking condescend tae me! I know what yer doin'... Yeah, I fuckin' do. Ye cannae jus... No... You fucking heard me, no.... Oh take yer sad fucking life and yer posh arsed self and throw it all in a fuckin' river. Good fucking night." He hung up angrily. But when he sat back down he was all smiles.<br/><br/>"Sorry 'bout that..." he said, sheepishly.