It didn't just earn him a glare, it earned him a glare, a scowl, and a punch to the shoulder. "Oi, prat, don't objectify me," she said, rolling her eyes. Yes, she had a fantastic arse. No, she really didn't mind said fantastic arse being appreciated. But she hadn't punched him for the surprise snog, and she was still feeling a bit flustered by the entire situation, that she was glad to have a reason to hit him now. Not that she had punched hard enough to hurt him; no, it was only ever-so-slightly harder than a playful punch would be.
She almost told him to surprise her when it came to a celebration, but as his most recent surprise was an unexpected kiss, well, perhaps she shouldn't encourage surprises, exactly, or.. "I'll think on it," she shrugged, "after I shower and feel more human again," Angelina added with a smirk.