He manages to get her hoodie down to her elbows when she makes her point. And he can't help but bow his head into the crook of her neck and shoulder to let out an exasperated growl, his breath hot on her skin.

"Rrrgh. Shit. Okay."

Picking his head up, he stares down into her eyes, panting through his teeth, the fringe of his hair brushing her brow.

"You have ten seconds to get those cats into the bathroom before I tear all your clothes off."