"Disappointing, isn't it ?" he drawled.
"How do you mean ?" "Why, that I didn't kill him." "But I didn't want him killed just because he kissed me," she cried.
"Oh, he did kiss you!" Sheldon retorted, in evident surprise.

"I thought you said he hurt your arm." "One could call it a kiss, though it was only on the end of the nose." She laughed at the recollection.

"But I paid him back for that myself.

I boxed his face for him.

And he did hurt my arm.