[ Grell is hardly upset by it. Actually, she's a bit bothered in other ways, teeth pressed into grinning lips, and fingers grazing her chest. ]

Mn, I just love your dangerous temper.

[ But, not helping. ]

Look, darling, you're the analytical sort. You rely heavily on fact over feeling; you'd need to adapt to your other senses a bit more, is all.

[ Again, she reaches out for him, unwilling to give up! ]

And we don't have to go to a pub. I know of a little fish and chips stand that you might like!