Being called annoying is the only love language she's known, ever. It's the least aggressive taunt, and clearly he doesn't mean it all the way. She manages to look pleased about it while still exhaling the world's most long-suffering sigh. "You said you needed a shot, and then I provided that shot? I'm actually incredibly useful and I deserve more credit?"

He will be able to ping that entirely as a lie, but Crysta didn't think about filtering it. She's too busy digging around under her chair to unstick a tiny Fireball bottle and sighs even longer. "I thought this was the tequila chair."