I'm going to have to bother you three times per day! I've sure you've got...other things to do.

[He looks back at Connor, eyes on the table before grumbling. Yeah, that's a lie and they both probably know it. Eventually he throws his hands in the air.]

Okay fine! I just don't want you to...start fucking analyzing all my meals like you're a goddamn nutritionist. It's enough that you were already doing that before.

[With the truth out, he just lets out a sigh. He is touched that Connor is willing to go this length but there's a stubborn pride to him he'll have a hard time letting go.]

Look...I'll do it as long as you don't complain about everything I'm going to eat.