[ Barbara seriously does not know what to make of the tack he's decided to take with this conversation or how exactly he's rearranged all of it in his head. How and why is this the topic he decided to start with? It's been a month. It's bizarre and even worse than that, the phrasing and implication toward his reading of her character behind it are atrocious. She'd call it downright insulting if it weren't because he seems genuine about it. Which only makes it worse, because somehow he's decided he's committed to this bit.

But if he's bound and determined to do this rather than start again? They'll do this. ]

Why would "I"-- [ And, yes, Barbara lifts one set of fingers to make quotation marks on that. Yes, that implication of erroneous presumption about her on his part is there and not hiding itself, as she parrots back the implications of his words only. ] --want to force you to give up information you don't want to give up and call it friendship?

Especially after the last time we spoke, you spent it dropping analogous details about your world and then chastising me for asking about them or talking about myself. Both.