[He has half a mind to walk off and do something more productive, but as always, he is at odds with what might happen if he walks now without asserting himself as top dog.

He exhales, presumably to shake off his tension.]

You know, Nisha, I do my best to keep you comfortable here and I think I did a damn good job too.

[Somewhere between talking and pulling himself off of her, he had made a grab for the whip at her side. He'll hold it where its visible, straining himself from cracking off at the first thing that moves.

Because that would make him feel better.]

Would a little cooperation kill you?