Treating me with respect is all I ask from you. Why that's so difficult for you to manage I can't begin to fathom.

[She doesn't want an extra gift, and refuses to be bribed as an acceptable apology. Even sitting there perched stiff and straight on his knee, there's still something unmistakably regal in her bearing that can't easily be broken with humiliation.]

What about the list? Can you produce the necessary supplies in time?