*Hearing the sound of cursing, as well as banging, his lips twisted into a frown. The cursing was definitely his woman, an irate one at that. The banging? Who the hell knew. Trying to ignore it so he didn't interrupt, another round of cursing made him sit his beer on the end table. Going to stand, he grabbed it again. Might end up needing it for strength, better to keep it at hand. Leaning against the door frame to the opened french doors that overlooked the deck, his lips twitched.* Little bit? Ah... what exactly are you attempting to do?