"It's only a matter of time," he muttered, narrowing his eyes over at the kitchen. She hadn't? He could have sworn... well, maybe it had been cinnamon after all. At least that was a relief, even if he couldn't help but wonder if it wouldn't be woefully short-lived.
"Everything!" he countered, pursing his lips with a deepening scowl. The real issue was that he couldn't even remember the line of questioning-- or what had been illogical about any of it. All he really knew was what Dora was trying to get out of his flustered suffering in this case.
"You're trying to get me to... punish you," he tried to explain calmly, "which makes no sense, as I wasn't even that upset about this in the first place. I just worry about your health." All the time! "Which means that spanking you seems rather counter-productive!"