She had thought he was up to something, but she'd kind of figured it was a kiss in the works, not being half pulled, half tossed over his shoulder. She oofed, automatically curling into a fall, her training since childhood kicking in subconsciously, though it was still a bit of a bump. "You fucking oaf," she said a bit breathlessly but with no venom. No, in fact, it was a bit of a husky laugh even as she smacked his bicep with a fist. "You're lucky you're so cute, you know."