He raises his eyes, and his voice.

"Are you for real? I fucking lost my keys, broke my back for an hour carrying this piece of crap from the store just to please your demanding self, because Milady needs to have fucking plants, but not just any plant, a fucking palm tree!"

"Are you yelling at me?", you ask, anger vibrating in your slightly raised voice.

He pays no attention to you, still ranting.

"Milady needs new linen bedsheets, Milady needs a trendy new couch, Milady totally needs a stupid plant! And who gets to do Milady's bidding after hours and hours of work? Oh I do, yeah, right."

"You forgot to plug the water heating back on." you state, coldly.

"Well, fix it maybe? Do I have to do *everything* around here?", he says.