That's more like it.

Now then... [he leans back to his regular standing posture, seemingly pleased with the response he's received (oddly enough)] You seem more upset lately than the last few times I've seen you. Don't tell me that this level of harassment is all it takes to send you over the edge.

There's being paranoid and then there's just your everyday paranoia. What? Are we afraid of ghosts or skeletons hiding under our beds?