If she thought about it, she might realize he'd probably like being punched. Ooops, so much for that master plan.

"Slaggin' right it's mysterious. To you, especially." You know, you, target of his trolling.

Booty? All that? OH. The stuff. Not his, you know, other booty. Right. He's got this. He narrows his optics. Yeah, you know what? It would be funny to make Flashpoint carry the stuff he's going to cram in one of her closets later. "If you're nice, I'll even let you keep one." So. Generous.