She had to be joking. Did his breath smell? Was there something on his face? Did she find him repulsive up close? No, that last one couldn't be it.
She was being a tease, damn it. Squashing the frustrated growl that threatened to escape him rather fiercely, he forced himself not to step after her. Instead, he smiled, if not a little tightly. "Goodnight Angelina. Sweet dreams."
Oh two could play that game.
Waiting until she disappeared into the building, he started down to his own flat. Oh yes, she was going to regret that little move, the minx, soon enough.