He fake sputters then, feigning indignation. "Oh, really? You think I can't handle myself?" Rolling his eyes, he crosses his arms and lets out a huff of pretend annoyance. This conversation is one he's not eager to let end either, so if it means resorting to even more silliness, then so be it. "What, because I don't want to play dirty and just take it? Fine, I'm the big spoon. Happy?"