Well, if it hadn't been that, he was at a loss for what it could have been!

"There's ill-will between us?" He asked, now confused for a different reason. "You're mad at me?"

"Adrian." From his perch in the tree, Boston sounded pained. "Let Yelena make it up to you."

Not that she was feeling guilty or anything! Purely business!

"But--oh! Oh, I got--uh, yeah. You're right. Good idea to make sure the air is clear between us."

There was a slight tapping on the window, like say a broom was hitting the end of its handle against the glass at this conversation.