"Well you're awfully PASSIONATE for someone without feelings, I can say that much!" he attempts to interrupt, seething on the spot. Perhaps it's a simple matter of wanting to be right, but at this point he's too entrenched in just how much selfloathing is saturating the conversation to really give it up.

Even when she, apparently is.

"Then PROVE IT," he snaps to her back. "Because someone who doesn't have feelings wouldn't be so scared of that they'd hide it under a hood!"