She doesn't bat an eye at his choice to fly into the bedroom. It's what she'd told him to do, after all. But trying to kiss on her when she's irritated with him like this? That is not going to fly. She fixes him with an impassive and steely gaze and pushes him back and down by the shoulders, the second she gets her bearings back on the ground. "Not until I say so." She says, tacitly reminding him of a conversation they had had long ago and far away about consent and coercion. Though perhaps she should practice what she preaches, since she is pushing him down towards her belly and what lies below.