"That's if you can manage to put me on the floor, and I hate to break it to you, but that won't happen. But fine, if you want to ignore how you've always felt about me, then be my guest." He'd taken to leaning against a nearby chair, his arms crossed so his fingers drummed against his biceps. He also doubted she had anything that could make him leave this house except under his own volition. Future world or not, his armor was very bleeding edge technology.