[ That answer strikes Howl as odd. He'd asked about how she felt, not how she makes her decisions. Howl tips his head, looking down as he tears a corner away from the tea sandwich. ]

...have what? A choice? You misunderstand. I am in clear control of my actions, and I do not claim otherwise.

[ He chews the torn-off bite of food for a moment, an excuse to pause his words. How to best put this? ]

Perhaps a bit too in control.