Whatever she thinks probably doesn't matter.

[Commence sulking passive aggression.]

None of them should; I don't know why I let any of them matter to begin with.

[Also, his pent-up frustrations are starting to surface.]

Whatever—look, I'm sorry she bothered you. She's right, it's my fault. I was being stupid.

[And it's easier to just take all the blame nowadays, as if maybe he'll desensitize to the hurt and pain again. But both he and Dorian already know where that path leads...]