Except for a lot more anger and sloshy stumbling thoughts.

Rachel's shrewd look meets a hard glower. "Well, go on, 'en - keep that heart pumping fast. Don't let me stop you."

A pause, then he puffs his chest out under her gaze. "'Less you're lookin' for some way other than running that'd do that...." The hitting on is half-hearted at this point.