[He gasps a little gasp of outrage at the insinuation. How dare!]

I wasn't committing a crime! I'll have you know that it was a rescue attempt!

And I don't know what two of the last three words you said mean, I only know the one, so if that was some kind of insult, I'm a boomerang and you're glue.

[He casts about for the phrasing and it's juuust out of reach. The right words often are whenever he needs them most. He might know them outside of the situation but they slip out of his hands when he needs them most like a...slippery slippy thing.]

Something something I throw stuff back and it sticks to you. Or something.

So there!