For a moment, she has no idea what he's talking about. That conversation they had the first day they were pretending to be married has been all but put out of her mind, and she stares at him in confusion for a moment before it all clicks and she scoffs with a mixture of incredulity and irritation.

"Two type of guys that want me," she clarifies, letting go of her coffee with one hand so she can gesticulate wildly in mid-air to accentuate her point. "Not two types of guys that I like! Do you seriously think I want a man to break me down and make me smaller and weaker than him? Cougar come on. You've known me how long? That's fucking ridiculous."

Scowling at him, feeling cross that they've both been tiptoeing around this for god knows how long, she lowers her voice a little so that the guys aren't getting a crystal-clear play by play of this conversation. Bad enough they're watching them and making no move to be sneaky about it. "I've been practically throwing myself at you for weeks, man, you never gave any indication you were interested." She huffs a laugh, her expression wobbling between annoyed and almost tearful. "For a sniper, you're so fucking blind."

And she decides to take matters into her own hands, reaching up and knocking his hat off his head before grabbing a handful of his hair and yanking him into a proper, fervent kiss.