You'd better. I'm not going home until I can find somewhere to clean up this mess you made. [ Sullenly, with no bite in her voice whatsoever: ] I really hate you.

[ Even without fae eyes, that's transparently without any really dislike behind it whatsoever, but for her to come out with something like that as a retort... she's definitely more than a little mad. Oops. ]

It's the middle of summer and I'm going to need to wear long sleeves and cover my neck for who knows how long... you're awful. You didn't think about any of that for a second.

[ That's what she's saying... but even as she complains, she reaches a trembling hand up to touch his face. She's not the only one who looks like a mess. ]

You'd better carry me home, you know. This is your fault.