And just as you have your methods for avoiding discussion on matters you would rather not broach, so too do I have mine. If you feel chastised, that's your own affair.

[But just because he's not about to hand it over willingly doesn't mean he's going to fight her when she tries to take it outright, and so the borrowed device leaves his hands, and now they are empty with nothing to preoccupy them anymore.

His fingers twitch.]

You prefer your silence when you're seeking to concentrate. I required conversation. We both got what we needed, and possibly a rescue besides. I'd call that rather tidy all told.