He hadn't been expecting her to come back at him again, and watched almost in slow motion, as she wiped the egg across his shirt. Ugh. That did it.
"You're just asking for it, you know." As quick as he could, he grabbed at her wrist, holding tightly as he pulled her to him. In less than ten seconds, his arms had encircled her, making sure she was pressed right against him. If he was dirty, and his shirt was covered in yolk, he wanted hers to be too.