"What did I say?" He downed the rest of his butterbeer. Marilyn's green eyes felt like they were piercing his soul. Usually, he would have a stinging pain in his heart, but he had hope. He had so much he wanted to tell her, that all the hatred she felt for him and would feel for him, would in time pass. He was sure of it. "I was speaking matter-of-factly about the Carter thing and if you're upset about my little performance about what you said, then I'd really like to know where your sense of humor ran off to, so I can quickly go and find it." Sheesh. Rafe was being as normal as possible. What was up with her? "Is there something you want to talk to me about? Cause we can step outside if you'd like?"