I make a distinct pbbbfft noise, blowing a raspberry with my lips between my tongue, which is about the only response I have to a joking take me now, or at least the only one I can muster immediately. Maybe not the only one I'd like to consider.

"Also, I'm keeping this," I say, taking a couple of steps and then tossing myself lightly onto the bed beside her. "It's my shirt now, sorry."