His eyes narrow on her as his expression hardens into a stony mask. So, she's been listening in, has she? Enjoying herself, no doubt. But she must be bluffing now. Lived with him? Impossible! He's never seen her before in his life. He's too confounded by the first accusation that her burn about not fucking him barely registers. Why the fuck should he care about that when there are larger issues to be concerned with.

"I have been willing to stretch my imagination to accept a lot of things here, but I draw the line at this. How can you possibly expect me to believe that you've spent that long living in my house without me remembering it? Who are you?"