His grin widens at how quick she is, and at how much he knows she would never call him something like that outside their ruse.

He's had enough champagne to not consider why he's having so much fun poking her buttons. "Oh?" he asks, cocking his head coyly. "Well then. You're a fine dancer and an amusing bully, and you hold your liquor well enough to not be a danger to yourself but not so well you aren't endlessly amusing. You are so adorable that it's hard to stay angry with you very long, even if you're more prone to tantrums than I."