"Not."

Iceland stopped glaring after a while because what's the point, she wasn't even looking at him. He crossed his arms and leaned on the nearest wall instead.

"Then do it."

The tone of his voice was devoid of any concern. Not that he had any. He's pretty sick of her antics, and he doesn't have any problem with her leaving. When she finally turned back to face him, it was too late. He's already walking away, didn't even wait for her response or permission.