What was with the hostility right out of the gate? Roman's eyebrows formed an almost perfect V as he opened his mouth to speak, then shut it again to really reflect on her words. Don't ask for her to get his ingredients again? Was she REALLY mad about that, or was there something else going on? He couldn't understand! He wouldn't feel mad about being asked that, and while he might not help the asker out by doing said task, he'd probably have said no with a shrug and an indifferent wave of his hand.

But anger?

Roman just took a deep breath. "I won't. Merlin, Sloane. Gellar-ing me and all," he scoffed. "I don't think what I did warrants your reaction, but regardless, I do feel bad. I didn't mean to offend you," he said simply. It was an easy promise to give and fulfill.