[When she speaks again, this time it's with her voice dropped, low and lovingly mocking in the copied cadence of his own.]

Oh, don't be silly Pasha! I'm not trying to tell people what their ailments are without asking; I'm just assuming that I'm the ailment, usually, and acting accordingly for their sake! I never actually tell anybody anything. A simple mistake to make, but I'm sure you see things my way.

[She's looking him dead in the face.]

Because I'm right, always, and somehow simultaneously the worst ever, always, don't bother checking if that's true or not because I said so.