"Do that on purpose, too, usually," Faye replied cheerfully, tucking into her pancakes. "But I don't know what's so confusing about me now."

Given that she was sitting here, on his kitchen counter, wearing his shirt and eating pancakes he'd made her. Was she unclear now?

Of course, she also refused to use her words pretty much ever and had thrown him out of bed for daring to cuddle her, so. There were perhaps some mixed messages going on here.