Yeah, Dalton realized that he shouldn't have said that... unfortunately about five seconds too late. His last thought before she'd frozen him was "Oh fuck". And rightly so.
When he finally came to, he felt like he'd been sleeing on a plank of wood after a long night of drinking straight whiskey. He tried to shake his head back to normalcy, placing a hand to his forhead. "Whoa," he said aloud. "Did she hit me with a brick while I was out?"
Speaking of her... where was she? He looked around the room and she was nowhere to be found. "Aww, shit." He slowly stood, trying to unstiffen as best as he could. There would be no sex today.
He tossed a thin blue robe on and ran out the front door after her in an attempt to stop her. "Steph! Wait! I didn't mean that!"