[ Like opening fire into a small little metal room, she immediately regrets the ricochet from that she probably should have seen coming. Her head immediately throbs with the force of his headache, and her real fingers go to press against her temple. ]

Ow , god, what the fuck is wrong with your head again?

[ She shakes herself of it viciously. Humming forcefully in the barest attempt at self defence against the throbbing pain that seems to roll off of him. ]

I don't see why you're so touchy about it, it's just a dress. [ and she does just love winding him up again. ] Besides you're like - way prettier than I am anyway.