[She stares at him for a moment, her ears turning red-- and then, tired and fed up and above all embarrassed, scowls fiercely at him. It's a good scowl. There's men who have broken down under less.]

Don't act as though you weren't bloody well alluding to that! For crissake, Bigby--

[He is the worst and she, if not actually hates him, at least regrets stitching him up.]

Why the h-- why on earth were you going around shanghaiing paddles from men?