[ William just huffs and pulls his hand back, indication that he has no intention of giving her one, any time soon. He pats the door frame as he walks through it, then uses his knowledge of the layout of his home to pat his way to the sitting room couch. He sits down heavily, seemingly more frustrated than angry now. ]
Do you think you are capable of making a pot of tea without burning my flat down?
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Do you think you are capable of making a pot of tea without burning my flat down?