George's expression remained unimpressed. "Oh? I'm fine, too. Let's see who wins this bullshit battle." George shifted, but only enough to make room for her to walk down the stairs into his open apartment door, not down the stairs and out into the alley.
"You're at least eating breakfast. And I will use cute, seven, and pouty against you if I have to. Don't test me," he added, still not moving from his position on the stairwell.