[ Chin held high (even though her ego is highly bruised), she strolls over to the tub and gets the water started, then shifts over to the numerous luxuries like bubble baths, salts, oils. After some sampling and sniffing, she settles on a lightly floral bubble bath with a few bath bombs that'll spread some flower "confetti" which slowly melts into the water. She deserves something nice after her terrible "fall" from his arms!

Once that's settled, she pulls over a fancy rolling cart with all sorts of cleaning implements for him to use. All that's left is to address him again, and so she does. No, she's not pouting a little. ]

Don't overuse that title. I might think you're mocking me if you do.

[ Thankfully, she can't see that amusement of his. She'd be whacking at his metal even more if she could. That, or throwing bath bombs at his head. Maybe he'd panic more at that! (Probably not.) ]

And be careful how you touch me. [ She points an accusatory finger. ] You tried to cuddle! That's not allowed!

[ ...She's sounding like a petulant child. He'll never take her seriously if she keeps this up. This needs to be fixed. ]

Touch me in a way I don't like...and that's an hour less you get to spend with me.

[ Her new favorite: impossible tasks she makes the arbitrary rules for. So deliciously evil. Humming with satisfaction, she settles into the giant bathtub to wait there while it fills up. It might take a while. She can practically swim in the thing. ]

You're officially down one hour. I guess you'd better be careful from now on, hmm~?