Sarah's eyes flash with anger as she draws a step back, not bothering to push back the wet hair plastered to the sides of her face. "Excuse me?" she replies heatedly, brows knitted together in confusion and irritation. "How the hell am I pissing you off, Cal?"

She's ready to march off and tell Sookie that she has no idea what the hell she's talking about, because Sarah is ready to punch Cal at this rate, which has very little going for it in terms of the mysterious ways of love.