[If anyone else tried to drive a wedge between himself and Roach, he might react less fondly. Somehow, it's exactly what he needs to melt the ice between them and it draws a soft chuckle from him.

The look he gives her for the briefest moment is disgustingly fond, then it falls to the road ahead of them again when he realises what he's doing.]

Good of her to hide her obvious disdain from me for so long. [Bitterly? No.]

She'll miss my snoring when she hears you, collapsed into bed after polishing off a flagon of wine.