Defeat

"What does this look like to you?" he asks accusingly, holding a pair of mismatched socks up to her view, one sock dangling from each hand.

She pauses and purses her lips, hands on her hips, her dark eyes flashing with anger.

"Well," she snaps in a voice that would bring the rawest genin instantly to attention, "It looks to me like a person who loves you and does your laundry for you each week made a simple mistake. Why? What does it look like to you?"

"That's what it looks like to me, too," he mumbles hastily in defeat.