Garrot snorts, and rather loudly. "Bullshit." He's got a smile though, so he doesn't seem mad. "You could've told the others to get me down the mountain while you carried the magic explosion child." His eyes roll as he finishes that sentence, and then they're locked right on Gyre.

"But you didn't. You literally carried that situation to safety by yourself." Garrot's arm hasn't moved an inch, even when Gyre's hand begins to touch his. In fact, it begins to squeeze a little bit, along with a slight nudge so they don't stop altogether. There's a single chuckle escaping from Garrot's throat, and the smile trying to surface shows that he still isn't mad.

"It sounds like someone needs to follow his own advice..." And the Monkey Knight chuckles again, clearly basking in the high ground he thinks he has here.