"Well..." They let the pause stretch on, and then release the tension by letting themselves fall back, collapsing back into the chair so their back hits the soft cushions behind them, and rub their temples as if attempting to repeal an, obviously non-existent, headache. "Let me put it like this.

I am not happy."

Their hands still and drop into their lap as they pull their legs up so their heels touch their bum.

"Except for that you finally are working on getting married, that was about time."