He figured she would say something along those lines. Always the petulant one and pretending she was bigger and badder than everyone else. He let it slip though, noting that she had said if she wanted to get rid of him, she would have already done it. "If, eh?" he quipped with a chuckle to himself. "I feel special."

And then he laughed, holding onto his stomach as she blushed profusely. "I was hit in the stomach, woman, not the bloody head," he corrected with a roll of his eyes. This was priceless. He wished he had a way of recoding this so that he could play the moment back again and again in the future.