Mattie growled at the sound of Double-Fudge's voice and turned around swiftly. Her wings started to rise and spread, as if by reflex action, but she felt them beginning to lift her shirt and quickly folded them back up, neatly against her back. "Where do you [i]think[/i] he is? He can't just get up and leave. Besides, what's the worst that could happen apart from having to look at you?" 

These past two days just got worse and worse. First her deadbeat ex came back out of nowhere, then he'd grabbed her out of the sky, [i]then[/i] they'd ended up with this poopy leaking asshole. 

"And is it wrong to want to get outside?" she huffed.  "What are you going to do, you Double-Fudge Oreo Filled With Lice, [i]drown me?[/i]"