[He just doesn't stop, does he? Asuka makes a sound almost like growling under her breath. Trying to slap or kick him didn't work... so instead, she snatches up some of the chocolates provided on the table, and ever-so-maturely throws them at him.]

Don't you call me an old maid, you sick, twisted jerk! I'd say I can't believe how awful you are, but you keep showing it more and more like you're running some kind of exhibition on what a terrible person you are. Good news: it worked! If I'm screeching and shouting, it's because you earned it!