[He hadn't intended to start this, but he should have anticipated it, muttering something in irritation as she prods his nose with her finger. It's a half second later that he can't take it anymore and all previous inclinations towards patience get thrown out. Pietro shifts quickly, flipping them and settling his dead weight over Wanda easily, keeping hold of both of her wrists and looking down at her pointedly.]
No more humming. Or poking. Or you will be sleeping on the couch.
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No more humming. Or poking. Or you will be sleeping on the couch.