"You and I have differing images of what is a good thing to do then," he notes, knowing he could have broken the other's arm. He wouldn't call it regret if he had, but then he had pulled the hit instead of crashing it into the other's arm.

That gets him a hard look, eyes narrowing as he leans his weight onto the cane and lets his gaze rake over him.

"I'll only accept help if you explain to me what it is you think you've done to deserve someone warning me off from you. You've been helping me or others every time we've talked after all.

"Eventually I need to get back to Mags' place though."