[ At this untimely yet not altogether unexpected interruption, Robb veritably growls. He doesn't see Theon's face when arguing with him in person, or over these strange devices. It's the image of Theon's back he yells at, tilts at like a windmill, claws at, spurns — as it walks away from him. ]
Leave it to you not to know the etiquette and gratitude one shows a host; indeed, a benefactor and a lifeline.
a plague o' both ur networks
Leave it to you not to know the etiquette and gratitude one shows a host; indeed, a benefactor and a lifeline.