[The grimace she supplies in response is genuine, decidedly not looking forward to future encounters with an ego this size.]
Pot, meet kettle,
[she mumbles, resisting the strong urge to cuff him over the head. Opening the folder in front of him she gives Dean a few moments to look over the hidden poem. When she speaks again, reaching for another book in front of her, her exasperation is palpable.]
action.
Pot, meet kettle,
[she mumbles, resisting the strong urge to cuff him over the head. Opening the folder in front of him she gives Dean a few moments to look over the hidden poem. When she speaks again, reaching for another book in front of her, her exasperation is palpable.]
You do know I'm married, don't you?