( A playful scoff. ) I'm the one that does the... turning things into sashimi. ( The last of his words are mumbled like his failure to come up with a clever retort makes him wish he didn't even try to respond, but it tapers off into a soft laugh in the end. )

Pft. You're sick of me right now. ( He somehow gathers her more into his arms, pulling her up so their faces can be closer together. ) You're just waiting for me to leave so you can go back to scheming, or whatever it is you do when I'm not around. ( Mumbled against her temple, then her cheek. )