["Lady of my house-" No. No, she's conquered his flat, that's all! Conquered it, it's hers now! Ah, but she can't say that without revealing herself as a nation and.... Oh, good grief. She's being courted by some young, entitled punk. (As opposed to an old, entitled idiot.)]

I'm not your lady! ... I'm your nurse.

[Tugs her hands free.] So you can bloody well wait. You're staying right where you are, for the moment, not running around fighting. You're not well.