She frowned slightly. "I suppose so. You can complain to me if you'd like," she said, then added jokingly. "I'm no punching bag, though. I'd probably hit back."
"There shouldn't be pressure," she said, her voice mumbled. "It's set in stone that you're the best."
"You are to me," he said, giving her a slight peck. He paused, studying her. "Why do you look like that?"