[No good. Now Agnes has an image of Sky High sternly berating sexist pigs (complete with his customary DRAMATIC ARM GESTURES.) She has to keep stifling laughter. It requires so much concentration that she misses the blush this time. It's a relief when he lets go, though. Not a disappointment.
Hey neat there's a thunderstorm outside! Dramaaaaa...
Not at all.]
You're not going to try and carry me?
[This is half a joke. Exactly half.]