"Oh, don't you give me that look of dippy adoration," he snapped. He crossed his arms across his chest and that made the muscles press out against the thin fabric of his shirt again and she let herself coo at them, mostly because she knew it annoyed him and he deserved to be annoyed.  How dare he be so recalcitrant?  He narrowed his eyes at that coo.  "I know you're still in there, despite that idiotic, Veela-driven idea of yours that someone like you could want someone like me."