"It's raining outside."
A quirk of an eyebrow…he can't let it pass.
"As opposed to raining inside?"
A smirk from the other speaker, the wounded one.
"You know what I mean."
A smile, slow and calculating spreads across the blond's face.
"Of course I know what you mean. But your observation required no qualification of where the rain was falling."
He's heard a similar complaint before.
"You know, Kuryakin, sometimes you're a real pain in the …
The Russian clucks his tongue, which is more irritating than the initial comment.
"Do you always have to be so…?"
Another smile.
"Apparently."