She smirked a little as she stared up at him. “You’d have to really piss me off to get me to do that.”

“Now I have to piss you off? Don’t women usually do that themselves?”
[ He grins wickedly, throwing an arm out in a lazy gesture. ]
“Okay, so – feminism. Fat preteens with fedoras. Crocs. Oh! –– tampons. Are you pissed yet?”
