Her expression turned to one of confusion, not at his words--but at the situation, at how it made her feel. Dear lord, but fighting with him that way had made her want him. She had to change the mood of the conversation, and fast, or else she would jump him sooner or later. She let out a groan and ran a hand through her hair, thoroughly frustrated. "Fuck," she spit out. She took a few steps back, but not before tweaking his nose. "Rub your nose in it? You say that like it's a bad thing, like you gave a damn about what I want with you. Please. Pick your words better, Ethan--not wanting to date is a mutual sentiment, I'm sure."