Caught up as he in his anger toward Magnus, in the idea that the only reason Magnus has stayed in his flat is to cause as much irritation as possible, Freddie nearly misses Hild's next comment. He doesn't know whether to essentially let Magnus win and just pack up his shit or if he wants to find someone to bring back to his place right now and fuck them against the adjoining wall for hours.

He glances up finally, her voice registering through the muddle of his own thoughts, brow furrowed.

"You weren't like this on the wine," he says bluntly, noting the mischievous little smirk to her lips. He can't entirely tell if she's any interest in him or if she's only poking fun, but he's suddenly got a thought. "D'you want to help me get back at him?"