There's always a new set of rules lurking somewhere. [She straightens and gives him a tug, pulling him back in out of the window.] And you are. I'm pretty sure that's breaking a Christmas rule somewhere, actually. Didn't you tell me that once? Aren't you fortunate I have such a good memory.

And a selective one, because if you're going to pull out the flattery now, I'm going to have to start being paranoid about what you're plotting, Barton.