"It's raining outside."

A quirk of an eyebrow…he can't let it pass.

"As opposed to raining inside?"

A smirk from the other speaker, the wounded one.

"You know what I mean."

A smile, slow and calculating spreads across the blond's face.

"Of course I know what you mean. But your observation required no qualification of where the rain was falling."

He's heard a similar complaint before.

"You know, Kuryakin, sometimes you're a real pain in the …

The Russian clucks his tongue, which is more irritating than the initial comment.

"Do you always have to be so…?"

Another smile.

"Apparently."