Oh, trust me, I'll fucking guard that cupboard and if she tries to get out I'll bite her leg off.

[This may or may not be hyperbole.]

...Actually...could we talk about it? Why you disagree so much? Just don't- yell at me again. Please.

[She's not pleased with how being yelled at shuts her down so hard. But it does, and he's seen it, so there's no pretending it doesn't.]