"Yeah I was hoping to give you heart attack at the point of ejaculation," she replied, deadpan. "Much more fitting." And then he was ranting, not just the normal ranting about the stupidity of people but really quite targeted ranting right at her. And she didn't know quite what to do, well she knew what she should do, she should tell him to go fuck himself and ask him how well he'd cope with electricity, but she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to. It was different - having it directed at her, and not in the way she was sure it should have been. She sort of...liked it? Oh fuck. Wasn't it meant to be a joke? The idea of him mentally abusing her? No it was, it was definitely a joke. A joke she encouraged for too much come to think of it.
"I thought you might like to be the man for a bit," she pointed out, possibly goading him a litte. "but go ahead, you go and make everything nice and clean and pretty, Malc." She bent to pick up the book he'd thrown away, flicking the pages to the right chapter. "Go on then, leave the men to the difficult stuff."