"Do you not see? I am in the sacred throes of culinary creation, and you—you—you dare lay hands upon a chef in his most vulnerable, apron-clad state?!"

"I am half-dressed! This is a scandal! A culinary catastrophe! You’ll ruin the souffle with this kind of heat—emotional and otherwise!"

And yet… she doesn’t move away. Lowering the tone, she speaks softly now, still dramatic "...At least warn me next time, mon chéri."