[Pepper's growing irritation is obvious, as is Jack's needling attempt to rile her. He's doing this on on purpose, but even if she knows that it doesn't make what he's saying in any way acceptable. Her eyes narrow, and the corners of her mouth turn up into a defiant smile.]

My boyfriend's name for me is respectful, Jack. And yeah, yeah I'm pissed off. I'm pissed off that you think you can call me whatever you want and I should just accept it like it's a compliment. I'm pissed off that you don't seem to have enough decency or self-respect to not be an ass, and that you think calling me pet names is endearing. That you think you're entitled to call me anything but my name or what I say is okay. That you think because I demand to be treated respectfully that I'm some kind of man eater.

Guess what, Jack? This is what independence and strength looks like on a woman, and if you can't handle someone that calls you out on your crap, that's your problem, not mine.

[She has come a long way from the days of throwing books at people and pitching fits when she's upset. Pepper's expression shifts, a challenging sharpness emerging that she very well may have learned from Bakura.]

I don't need to rip parts of someone off to get my point across. You'll figure that out soon enough.

[Game on, Jack.]