You spoiled, entitled, ungrateful little brat! You have everything handed to you on a silver platter and you squander it. You’re given the world and you can’t appreciate it because you haven’t had to work for anything! So now you’ve decided that the one thing you want is my daughter, my child, mine. What I made. What I created. You could talk about what a great lay she is and try to get a response from me all you want. But guess what? I am actually quite literally above your pay grade, which means that I know that you believe that you are in love with her, as wrong as you may be.
"I told him my life was not conducive to making myself available every time someone was in a crisis."
"You do get that no one’s life is, right?"