[Was that a record scratch in the alley? Donna unfolded her arms, a lightning flash of disbelief striking across her features, before they evolved into an unsurprised look.

Men.]

Okay, well ... you couldn't. Even if you wanted to. [She felt disconcerted by the unreadability of his tone, and so she just focused on his eyes.]

Because I'd flatten you. But the chivalrous ... allowance of my free will is appreciated.