Then we have no more to talk about.

[She doesn't like being fucking laughed at by this clown she's decided she hates, or called emotional. So she'll stand up to leave, cold.]

Except this. Your little act, of playing coy but needling others with their memories, trying to wheedle out little tidbits of knowledge that you can act on later - I don't care for it. Say what you will to me, but don't toy with others.