Luke chuckled as Lizzie batted at his nose. "Silly kitty," he said, gently scratching behind her ears as if she really were a cat before returning to the rest of her hair. "I knew you'd say that," he continued with a small, regretful sigh. "But I'm not a saint like you are, Lizzie." He stroked her hair particularly slowly at this remark and then continued in his rhythmic pattern. "But anyway, we got in one of our shouting matches and he basically said he could beat me up. Which was bullshit. Well. I thought. And so then we had met in the parking lot last night and had a fight." He paused, waiting for the flurry of words that would definitely escape from Lizzie's mouth following that statement, and moving his free hand onto Lizzie's back, adding a little pressure to discourage her from sitting up so she could reprimand him properly.