Well, it's not as if he gave her much of a choice on the 'going to see him' front. The only other option was furious avoidance, and her energy could be better spent elsewhere. So, fine. Never mind that he's the centuries-old one; she'll be the frigging adult.

"Yeah." Sunshine brushes past him and over to the couch, where she sits with enough force to drive a startled rustle from the cushions. Not the most promising start, and she makes an effort to rein in her anger before she just ends up yelling at him out of nowhere.

"So," she says instead, an implicit invitation for him to explain what his goddamn problem is.