He shook his head, staying outwardly calm when he could already feel his pulse racing. This was exactly what he needed - to poke at something until he felt something better. "And you accuse me of being all talk." Zacharias smiled, feeling rather pleased with himself at the moment and why not? (It was surely better than being sad.) "You're just a little girl who acts all tough."
"I mean, are you sure you're allowed to be out this late? Won't mummy be worried for you?" With one last long pull, Zacharias finished his beer setting it back on the counter with a loud clunk. "Or maybe your that type of girl who is out late at pubs, on the pull. Classy."