"Doesn't it have everything to do with you?" He shot back at her and then shrugged like it was no big deal, "Only saying that you ought to be happy, and it appears as if you're not. I don't understand."
Another swig of his whiskey, "I'm plenty happy, thanks for asking." He was still being cocky, almost seeing how long she would tolerate his remarks, but making sure he didn't cross any lines that would upset her beyond repair.