You were angry at him, and here he was, all cocky and teasing you. What a bitch.

He took your blanket, your one shield, your knight in shining fluffiness. Stripped from you. You were in quite the opposite mood to play, but he took one glance at the bullfight on the TV, and grinned. He held out the blanket, flicking it around to taunt you.

You gave him a huff, catching on. Acting like a bull, lunging for it, you fall onto the ground. He laughs, and holds it up again, egging you on silently.