Her idea of what a joke was was not much like what his idea of a joke was. With her, he was really never sure when she was serious and when she was 'joking'. It was, well, annoying. Infuriating even.
But, he would make an attempt to calm down. "No. I guess not." He grumbled, lacing his hands together in his lap and slumping forward, "I am, kinda. By proxy. I didn't personally punch you in the face, but you went down there alone because of something I said. So, I'm sort of responsible."