She may not like invasion of her personal space, but when someone leans in on purpose like that, Shego takes it as a challenge. She stares back at him, eyes narrowing into slits, lip curled upward. She grips the sides of the table, digging her well-manicured nails into it.

"Why don't you stop wasting my time. I've been answering your damn questions like a good little girl." She pointedly ignores the last question, wondering how riled up she can get him before he snaps.