[She had a good slap, but it wasn't a punch. Not really. Open hand slaps were humiliating like the spanking he did and didn't deserve. It still knocked him to the side of course, a quick stumble before he recovered and went for his own clothes.]

Don't say what you don't mean, Jones. That's all I'm saying.

[He threw his balled up shirt at her.]

You might, literally, be the only person who tells it to me straight. That's what friends do.