It's a waste of my time when we end up talking in circles like this, getting nothing done.

[His frown deepens more and more as he speaks and he has to keep himself under control or else his voice will rise, too. And considering they're outside - still in front of the shop - where people can see them, that wouldn't look good on him for losing his temper at a supposed lady.]

But fine, I get it, you're upset. But what do you want from me? And why should I listen to you after everything you've done?