Not the point, so it remained unsaid.
A slight crease of impatience wrinkled Hadley's forehead as Dallas freed himself from their gentle touch, which to the siren meant having to get tougher if the lanky chef refused to listen to reason.
“You've probably scraped your eyes to Hell, Dallas,” they huffed, reaching up to try to pull the other's face back down to eye level. “How are you supposed to work if you can't see?”