“From the moment you hit me with that bottle.”
“It was a jug,” she said automatically.
His lips quirked up at the corners. “Not to mention the way that you always correct me. With that funny look on your face when you do it. And the way you shouted at Gabriel Lightwood. And even the way you talked back to de Quincey. You make me…” He broke off, looking at her, and she wondered is she looked the way she felt-stunned and breathless.