[He flings up his hands and stalks over to the credenza and plants his palms flat on the top, his back to his house guests. When he speaks again, his voice is low.]
I don't want your help anymore. I will not accept it. I rescind my request.
[Lurking in the corner, Ferran rolls his eyes and mutters.]
no subject
Well then bloody say no!
[He flings up his hands and stalks over to the credenza and plants his palms flat on the top, his back to his house guests. When he speaks again, his voice is low.]
I don't want your help anymore. I will not accept it. I rescind my request.
[Lurking in the corner, Ferran rolls his eyes and mutters.]
Amazing.