"Because you're a bloody fruitcake!"
Alright, maybe she had pushed him there. For both their sakes, she decided to turn their shouting match into playful banter and locked her gaze to his.
"Are you trying to get a headbutt, Daniel?"
"Are you trying to get zatted?" He challenged back.
Gods, she loved it when he matched her wits. She advanced on him slowly and stopped just inches from his face.
"Only if you wait until I'm conscious to undress me this time," she purred.
He took off - probably to get a cold shower - she knew she needed one.