"Oh, would you just -" Daniel makes an odd spasmodic jerk of one arm that suggests that were he not currently chained, he'd be flapping his hands quite animatedly in furious exasperation.

"We are not sleeping together," he grinds out in the fuming, weary tone of someone who has spent far too much time worrying about this, former insistence on teamwork now quite forgotten. "We were never sleeping together. Would you quit assuming that everything Lucy does is some sort of personalized attack on your well-being?"