[ He's quiet for several beats, before he exhales in a light sigh. ] ...I detest asking for help. We should be able to figure this out with our own intellect. [ He half-mutters, still bitter about their helplessness. ]

Very funny. [ He deadpans in response, locking his legs tighter around Aventurine. ] No, I'd imagine such a thing is a novelty for you... if you enjoy it, then perhaps I will allow you to continue to harass me as such. [ Which is a roundabout way of saying he isn't complaining, either. ]