[If she were a woman more given to being vocal she would have been shouting at the both of them. Dolores Maryam could be a terrible force when angered. As it is, she just sighs softly and lets them spit their vitriol at one another, still with one hand on Rhys' arm and the other ready to push Murdoc back should he come any closer.]

Enough.

[She hisses out the word, and her eyes flash, fangs showing, and just for a moment she looks just as inhuman as her nature makes her. It's only for the blink of an eye, and she's all but placed herself between them, looking from one to the other.]

You are both drunk, and you will both feel all the more foolish for this ridiculous behaviour tomorrow. This is no way for two mature gentlemen to behave.