Did she have to be so pleased about it? It was bad enough that she'd been ignoring his attempts to chase her off, but now... He set down his fork and stared blankly at the mess he'd created on his plate, at a loss for what to say or do next. He had to say something-- he couldn't let her get away with it, of course, even if he was a little uncertain about what exactly "it" was-- but nothing was really coming to mind. This was turning out to be such a horrible day. Trust yet another annoying blond to make things worse.

"I just wanted to be left alone," he mumbled, still not looking at her. He hadn't actually meant to say that out loud, but now that he had, there was nothing to do but run with it. "If I'd been polite, would you have gone away?"