[His legs offer no resistance as she puts pressure on his shoulder, and down he goes back into the chair. His face screws up as he grinds his teeth together, his fingers curling as he spits out words.]

Stop stop stop stop! I'm not offe— [Another hiss.] —ffended, just not- not wanting to ssssssssssuffer the indignity of having Glacius come and 'pick me up.'

[And he means that literally.]