He's almost surprised at the amount of backbone she's showing - usually she goes running at little more than a glare from him. But that's not going to stop him from arguing with her, all the same.

"This might be your job," he growls, "but it sure as hell ain't mine. Nobody hired me. Nobody asked me if I wanted to come here and do this. I'm nobody's pet, slave, or dress-up doll, so you just go and find someone else to wear your stupid clothes and sit in front of your goddamn cameras."