"Hey, it's not my fault you stupidly misinterpreted my words." She shrugged, though she couldn't quite stop glaring at him. He was pushing her buttons and getting her all flustered, but she was determined not to let him get at her any more than he had. Unfortunately, she couldn't hide her temper and her body kept betraying her embarrassment.

"You must be so disappointed. How sad for you." She said with a tone that was mock-sympathetic and almost taunting. "Does the gentleman have a name, or do I have to make one up?"