[He pauses, waiting for the string of comments to pass that would have surely had him yelling, and whatever sort of friendship they had dead.]
I had boundaries at one point, and I did like you. Is that better?
[He sounds serious, reflecting the demeanor that has taken over his body. He is all business, not giving any emotion an inch.]
I'm obviously not going to do or say what you want, and honestly, all the ways that you correct me are irritating. This whole thing has been a parade of things that Lin likes, from moon bounces to Mulan, and you spare no expense to criticize if I get that wrong, and you don't know the first thing about me.
[There was more he wanted to say, but the truth was brutal, and he didn't think it would matter.]
Nevermind the question. I would rather be me than to jump in some house to try and please you. Keep the wig as a commemorative.