Prower-Graves was feeling strangely mercurial in his moods at the moment, possibly from the alcohol in his system, as he turned and gave her a full-on Death Glare. "Reaallly." he drawled with narrowed eyes. "Well, isn't that nice for you." he then continued, before stopping and taking a long deep breath to try and get himself back under control. "...Sorry..." he said softly. "I'm just not... romance minded." he said. "Haven't been for years."