[Yeah, of course she'd avoid his swat. He's what. 0/30 on that by now? He's lost count. Either way, he gives a small scoff and a sneer under that owl-like mask of his, letting his arms settle back down at his sides.]

Unless I'm having trouble remembering correctly.

It's usually you who sends me texts about whatever crosses your mind that needs venting about. Or pictures of 'scandalous' things you've found and can't wait to blackmail Lady X and Gentleman Y with next week.

[YOU CANT CALL THE KETTLE BLACK HERE.]