"You presume to think that my thoughts are to be shared with you?" He would share them with her, when the time was right, and not a moment earlier. "You show little interest at times, my dear, why should I bore you with the minutiae? After all, a leader such as yourself shouldn't be bothered with such little things."
"You should be very grateful that I don't think to throw you back in your little cell for such an outburst. You're fortunate that I am feeling congenial enough to let you continue to amuse me with your little... spat." He did chuckle then. "Your litany of complaints don't interest me one jot, and need I remind you that the potions you so desperately despise were at your own hand." He casually waved her away as he walked towards the window. "You're free to stop taking them at any time, of course, my dear, if you feel you are no longer interested in pursuing this course of action." He didn't say how disappointed he'd be if that were the case. It had been months now, and no sign of any results. He tried not to show his displeasure at that.
"Insult?" Oh, had her temper been simmering since dinner with Rab and Lisa? How... delightful. He did manage to laugh at her. "You did not vent your displeasure with your little sojourn into that village the other night? Surely you aren't still holding a grudge for that, my dear?"
When she spat and held her chin up at him, he wrapped his hand around her neck. The feel of the bones beneath his hand, and the look that caught in the corner of her eye was just delicious. "You presume to think I don't carry out threats. Do not try my patience any longer." Taking a long and slow breath, he didn't remove his hand, but waited as he felt her swallowing against his fingers. One squeeze, and he could accomplish what so many would want. "You're not my mistress, you are my wife and you will comport yourself accordingly."