See that's where you're wrong. Talking requires two people.

And as it so happens, I've got abso-fucking-lutely nothing to say to you. So, I'm going to finish this cigarette and you're going to fuck off.

You can do it right over this railing, if you want.

[Normally there'd be a nicely placed and sarcastic smile here, but he's too angry for that. His trust - what little she'd managed to earn - is too betrayed. He's not patronizing her or sugarcoating it.]