"Fuck me, you must be fun at parties."

Her voice is flat and she lets out a little snort, looking distinctly annoyed. Did he really think that when she'd already introduced this as her 'dumbfuck idea' that she needed lecturing on the inefficiency of her little plan?

"Seriously, though," she continues, going back to her book with a little scowl. "Is there a reason you felt you had to piss all over my fucking parade or are you just in a good mood today?"