I want to punch you in the mouth.

( Sweetly, eyelashes fluttering. It's out there, and while he might certainly regret revealing his hand in the morning he'll lean into it for now. He hums, low and melodic, pushes his bangs from out of his face, tips his head to one side, assessing. )

Yeah, I guess. I usually do. Even when I'm very angry at you. An unfortunate side-effect.