Turning over onto her other side to stare at the middle of the otherwise empty bed, she hoped that would be enough of a clue to her husband that she was in no mood to discuss what it was that had her upset. Still clad in only his towel and not caring one bit that she didn't want him there, Antonin climbed onto the bed in his usual place. She sighed, feeling defeated that there was not a way that she was going to be able to get out of having at least some kind of conversation with him before he left her in peace. The man could be annoyingly tenacious.