[ she's not actually mad, but she's pretty darn embarrassed, which is manifesting itself in a sort of flustered anger. In the bedroom, she tosses herself on the bed and scurries under the duvet; as if it's the first time she's noticed she's in her bra, she pulls it up to her chin, glaring out at him ]
How come you're always such a boy except when you should be?
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How come you're always such a boy except when you should be?