There are instances in one's life where the cleverest course of action is to keep one's mouth shut. Personally, he finds very rare use for them.

"You," spits the boy, who seems very balanced indeed for being rail thin and shorter than her by nearly a full five inches. "Can't tell me what to do."

Which still might be the perfect point to end on while maintaining some air of mystique, but he can't help himself: "Oh, you really have made a mess of things haven't you, Kitty Jones?"