He sighs, as though he hadn't forseen her being so bloody stubborn. When in actuality, this is pretty much what he expected, i.e a normal person's reaction.

'You, Bollyknickers, 'ave the supreme privilege of spendin' Christmas with me in Manchester. I don' suppose you'll need comfortable shoes though seein' as you'll probably be 'elping stuff the turkey, they migh' be a good idea.

Hurry up, I'm already an hour behin' schedule.'

And that said, he walks further into the flat to search out the whiskey. He knows she'll have it out here somewhere.