You have some gall, to be telling the master of the house what should and should not be done. [his tone has now turned soft, much, much softer, but far worse than previously. his voice carries a hint of a warning, that, bedridden or not, he still has a temper.]

Do not presume to tell me what I should or should not be doing, for my own good or otherwise. I don't welcome that, not in my house, and not any time outside of it.

[not anymore. he has no owners, and he welcomes no orders or suggestions from anyone unless they actually have something intelligent to say.]