He's always had such a way with words, such a good way, so it's all the more disturbing to hear him flaunt the perfectly obvious truth so brazenly. She makes a face like she's going to be sick. "Stop it! I'm not dreaming! I don't!" Incensed, she gets to her feet, standing unaffected as the boat bobs violently. How dare he try to assert that she's subject to the same disgusting physical needs as most matter creatures. Besides, "Sleeping dogs don't talk!" Look at her, so ruffled she's getting phrases mixed up.