[The headpat is both comforting and a little irritating, as it seems a bit...condescending? But since his arms are otherwise full she supposes she can't expect a hug out of this.]

...While you may irritate me, I don't believe you'll have to fear me hating you either. [His snickering does get a little bit of a swat at his butt though, with the flat of her trident.]

Honestly! You're like a naughty child! [But there's far less actual irritation there and far more in the way of exasperated fondness.]