Really, Nancy? He's even not going to dignify that with a response. Honestly. You follow a girl home and maybe-maybe not kill a guy (no one can prove a thing) and this is what you get for your efforts. Why would he even come to her house to do it? He can't get in if she doesn't invite him. He rolls his eyes and looks at the peephole, sighing as if he's incredibly put-upon by standing here at her door.

"You're quite popular all of a sudden." He half shrugs, "personally, I'm not a fan of that kind of attention. Can't imagine you are either."