"Do you want my help...?" You asked Gaz, who was currently tied to a chair. You were doing a training exercise, which involved getting out of being tied to a chair. Somehow, you were out in under a minute while Gaz was struggling.

"Do I- No! I don't want your help." He glared at you, struggling in the ropes. "I don't want your help."

"Oh, you don't want my help?" You said with a smirk, laughing a little bit at his futile struggling.

"I DON'T want your help, okay?"