[There's a long pause. When Kay replies, there's a sort of tightness to her tone, as though she's holding something back and it's taking some effort.]

All right. Fine. How about we make a deal: I do everything you just demanded, and you don't try to order me around again.

Ever.

[But hey, as a personal favour, she'll resist the urge to declare Archie's reality a better ending than the one Forester wrote.]