He didn't keep her waiting long. Her form was flawless, her starting weight more than acceptable, but his need for amusement knew no bounds of logic. Leaning back against the bench, he rolled his eyes, heaving a needlessly loud sigh.
"Jesus Christ, really?" He raked a hand through his still-damp hair. "You work out like a housewife with a Jillian Michaels DVD. Which is great if you want to look good naked, I guess, not so much if you want to lift anything heavier than a water cooler, or if you don't give a damn about stamina." He let another moment pass, but only just, and then sighed childishly again. "Are you trying to bore me into leaving?" His head canted to one side in a boyishly curious sort of look. It was a patently ridiculous expression on him, particularly given his current verbal posturing. He hardly seemed to notice, too engrossed in his baiting of her to care. "Your arms don't look completely toneless. You couldn't have gotten those passable guns just by doing eight thousand reps of curls."