"Start humming California Love, and I will hurt you," Sitara tells Wrench, offhandedly. He groans, disappointed, and leans back in his seat to pout. Sitara, meanwhile, returns her attentions to David. "Maybe next time? And with less ... "

Making the control freak in her itch. She's trying to be nice, nicer, now, though, so she doesn't finish that sentence, doesn't make it an accusation.