[That she thinks she can just order him around so easily is infuriating. A part of him wants to just let her go so he can follow her back to wherever she's staying now, but her complete lack of a reaction makes it hard for him to do that.

He scoffs.]

You don't get to give me orders. Either admit that you would like to leave this room because being confronted makes you uncomfortable, or be the merciless subjugator you are and make me.