That depends on your definition of “threaten,” he smirked. I’m just telling you that if you take my ice cream again, I won’t be responsible for whatever hair color you wake up with the next morning.
“I hate it when you make sense. Will you just let it go?”
Only if you promise that you’ll ask next time.
“I said that already!”
Okay, then I’ll let it go.
She pounced at him and whapped him with a pillow.