He had been heading to the stairs with the dim realization he was tipsy, if not slightly drunk, when her sentence brought him screeching back to stone cold sobriety, the sort that usually took a good night's sleep, a solid meal, and a solid hour of exercise to achieve. He whirled, and grabbed her by her throat, his eyes suddenly burning. "You. My room. NOW. I want answers."<br/><br/>He slammed the mug down on the nearby empty table, heedless of the fact the room had stopped to stare at him, as he mounted the stairs, moving at a fast stalk. Not a walk, not a jog, it was the purposeful movement of a predator tracking prey, and that it wouldn't be stopped, reasoned with, or denied. He entered the room, and gave Blossom a small smile as he held the door open for her. "Sorry, something came up. Need privacy with Meridia, will find you when done. Out please. Sorry for abruptness and rudeness."<br/><br/>He sat in the small chair at the table, leaving Meridia to stand or use the bed when she entered. Once she did, he gave her a look of pure rage, under the tightest control he had, before he spoke in a flat, dead voice. "Explain. Now."