She leans over and takes it from him. He didn't bring her shoe, but whatever. "And I wouldn't be trying so hard to make any decisions for you if you asked for my advice or at least told me before you make life-changing decisions. I think I've earned that, or does our relationship only extend to where you'll get your next meal and your next fuck?" she asks, before he has the chance to walk far enough away not to hear her. She's very glad the dream doesn't see fit to change her words, but then she's being rather honest.

She has legitimate reasons to be annoyed here too, you know. "Or is it just that you get to try to control me and trick me into admitting things, but I don't get to have a say in anything you do, is that it?"