That does nothing to convince me to allow you to carry me. It does less, in fact, because now I know how much you want to.

[He rolls to his feet, wobbles, grabs the inside of his locker and goes about getting dressed again like a man half-drunk, but it's fine. He closes the locker again and stands in his shoes, heels over the backs of them because he just cannot be assed to put them on all the way.] Not a word.