Which he catches on upraised forearms, blocking yet again, but the force of it is still enough to make him slide back another step and end up trapped against the kitchen counter.

"Huh. Guess staying on the defensive here just isn't going to work," he admits aloud. To be fair, he gets the feeling she's probably expecting a fight, so he may as well hand one out. He's already started the move before he finishes saying that, too.

It's nothing fancy, just him ducking down and pushing off the counter as he throws himself at her, arms swept out to either grab her around the waist or, at the very least, barrel by her if she goes to dodge him.