He almost snapped at her when she touched him, but managed to rein it in as nothing more than a mild glare. He even managed to not snatch the box out of her hand before glancing down the street.

"Merci," managed to grit out, taking a deeper breathe as he looked back at her. And for a moment he thought of leaving it there, but then that was too much wisdom for his teenage brain to handle.

"If you hate me so much," he started, "do you bother?"