"That says more about you than my boxes, okay. My boxes were cool and not easy. You didn't have to be a member of Mensa to solve them, but that wasn't the point." He looked at her with his dark brows lowered defensively.

"Since you're not leaving, can I get you a rink? Because I'm having a drink. I need a drink right now."

He threw his hands up in the air in defeat and headed toward the kitchen.