[ He's reasonably sure she meant to say "dark" because his ego is a fragile thing and needs the validation, but he's entirely too trained to listen and observe not to notice that she definitely, absolutely, did not say "dark".

Lavi huffs, ignoring her rightful rebuke in favor of indignation over that insult. ]

Tall, dark, and dashing, you meant.

[ Not a question. Objective statement.

Scrubbing a palm down his face, he mutters under his breath about exceptionally stubborn women. ]

...I couldn't tell you. I wasn't in a position to speak, and then things got crazy as soon as I could move again.

Basically, catching buildings for people sucks.