What, is he trying to say it's her fault he's in a bad mood, once again, when she's the reason he currently isn't being trampled by anyone? She's almost ready to fling him into the next bush for his audacity, but dredges up her last reserves of patience and instead just whips her tail angrily.

"I have seen no evidence that you are capable of enjoying anything without finding something to complain about," she argues, voice low and bitter. "All you can do is sulk and sow discord."