No, not really. He'd meant to. He liked to do things deliberately. Accidents weren't as fun. Despite the dig at his appearance, he was sufficiently amused when she checked her face. He pulled her out of the chair and all he offered in response was, "Your hair looks ridiculous."
No one escapes a head massage unmussed. "I do go to JFK." He'd decided to answer her question. He could only annoy her on the same topic for so long. He'd get her again.