"Well, you just calm yourself. Wouldn't want to have an early exit just because you find it so difficult to control yourself," he quipped. Apparently they were incapable of having a normal conversation, but he quite enjoyed having it this way. She got him. Not many people did.
Malcolm had to fight with his facial muscles to stop himself from just grinning at her in amusement- he loved that she answered back, he really loved that about her. That he could be himself without worrying that she would get upset or want him to change. Her quick comebacks were perfect.
"Oh, Christ, they taught you how to fuckig read at your fucking prep school, did they? I thought it was all fucking embroidery and cooking and how to be a fucking- perfect little wife, but no- they actually teach you fucking reading now. That's nice, darling. It's nice to see you using your brain, just be fucking careful not to overdo it."
He didnt even have a clue what he was on about anymore. It was just annoyed, and strangely targeted abuse. Like he'd found his amusement for the afternoon and he wasn't letting her away easily.