Michael rubbed at his face in irritation. He was positive that she was twisting everything he said just to further the fight. He'd known that this talk would result in one, he just hadn't counted on her twisting everything to make it that much worse. Maybe it'd be better if he just... shut up.
"You go further then honest though, Pansy. You twist things into the most cruel way that you can. I've grown used to it." Not to mention a lot of people seemed to think that them being mean to each other was some sort of foreplay. "Some people take things to heart quicker."
He cringed at the mention of what Anthony really wanted to hit him with. "I am pretty sure he's not actually stupid enough to try that. That would just be drunken, insane ideas." After all it wasn't as though they hadn't done something that people thought was insane while drunk.
The couch... Great. He wasn't going to try to argue it though. It wasn't like he didn't have magic to make it more comfortable. "Fine, Pansy. And I never said your feelings don't count. You aren't the only one I plan on talking to. You are just the first."