He assumed she would want her blushes spared - but if there isn't going to be any, that's OK with him. He's glaring at the teenager in the doorway who is, in turn, glaring at Fiona.

'Who's she?'

'What the fuck are you doing here?'

'Who's she?'

'Mind your own goddamn business. What are you doing here?'

She glares. He glares. This isn't going anywhere fast.