He listened to her rant and rave, not moving, still staring at the ceiling. He suddenly felt old, and very, very tired, and his voice was weary. He was tired of being jerked around, by Ares, by the universe, by everything.
"That car is an artificial intelligence. Of course it will move and talk on its own, that's his body, just like you move and talk with your body." He finally raised his head to look at her, a puzzled frown on his face.
"Just what do you think I owe you, Miss Jackson? What sort of explanation would you like me to give to you? I'm not lying to you - I do know you in your future. In my present, you - your future self - are my wife. We are married, we share a home, we share our dreams. But that woman is not you, not yet. My debt to her is not owed to you." He paused, debating as to whether or not he should call in his PA.
"I can arrange transportation to my home, if you'd like. You can stay there for as long as you wish."