He snickers quietly and spends a minute just watching her fume. And then sighs in a dramatic way and stubs out his cigarette.

'Well, all right. Otherwise you're just going to sulk, aren't you?'

Can't have that. He shifts down the bed until he's sitting in front of her curled-up legs and then carefully takes hold of her wrist and attempts to tug her closer to him.

'You hit me but I'll let it go. Just stop talking crap and it'll be OK, alright?'