[He huffs because he isn't actually that angry about it.]

I'm not going to fold, but I didn't want to talk to you because of what I told you. Because you were a fucking bitch about it. And I didn't want you to be a goddamn hardass for once. Clearly I was wrong to tell you anything. So it's back to bringing you drinks and pretending like you give a shit and you don't just like lecturing me to feel better about yourself.

Or is there another reason you've decided to take an interest in my affairs?