"........" Oh, that jerk. One hand gripping the covers twitches with the urge to smack him, but once again she holds back. Now he's just being difficult.

"I - I don't care! This is your room, do whatever's comfortable!" is her answer, though inwardly she can't help berating herself. That? That is the best she could come up with? A full-blooded witch would be running manipulative, teasing circles around Robin, and here she was floundering just to avoid saying something completely stupid. It was pathetic.