*she just... looks at him with an unreadable expression. For a good bit of time. She's undecided if she's annoyed, amused, disappointed, insulted, or just plain weary. Finally, she props her head in her hand, and sighs*

All right... I will humor you. Where, in all I've said, shall I apologize, where shall I compromise, and where shall I tell you that you'll just have to live with it? *it may be the driest thing she's said in a long time, though it lacks any real attitude; she does mean what she says*