[Ajax downs the last of his coffee, standing up himself now to head to the sink to rinse his own dishes, giving her a glance as he passes by her to do so.]

I don't know what you're talking about. What leash are you speaking of? I don't remember that ever happening.

[The plate and cup get put into the dishwasher, and he turns to start to run hot water into the sink, plugging it and adding some soap to clean the pans he'd used to make breakfast.]

Besides, [he adds,] I'm not one who can be leashed anyhow. I wish you luck if you're going to try.