That wasn't her style, though she may offer to cut other people's organs out for them before the whole thing was over.
In a fit of total maturity she stuck her tongue out at him, having picked up her mug again, sipping as daintily as ever, "Not hardly, it's just that we both have the metabolism of a housefinch. And since there's two of us, that makes the metabolism of two housefinches, which is, in fact, about triple that of a singular housefinch."