"Let's hear it," he said. "Hear what?" Elizabeth said nervously. "An explanation-the truth, if you're capable of it. Last night you drew a gun on me, and this morning you're awash with excitement over the prospect over the prospect of cleaning my house. I want to know why." "Well," Elizabeth burst out in defense of her actions with the gun, "you were disagreeable!" "I am disagreeable," he pointed out shortly, ignoring Elizabeth's raised brows. " haven't changed. I am not the one who's suddenly oozing goodwill this morning."