[ He opens his mouth to say that any idiot in their right mind would be scared of those things - but then she presents that stupid scenario and he clacks his teeth shut. He roots through the shamrocks, a blush high on his cheeks. ]

What kind of a shithead do you take me for?! Of course I'd try to help you out then - or maybe I'd need to help them out, since I've seen what you can be like!