"I'm going to have to clean it up anyway, so what's the big deal--fine!" and he rolled his eyes as she literally demanded him to get away from there. He moved away from down below and sat down beside Remy, and he almost looked like he was going to pout. "You tell me to help, then you tell me to stay here." When he saw her gritting again for another contraction, he took hold of her hand so she could squeeze it, then found the discarded washcloth from earlier and wiped her forehead. She was in so much pain and he was just waiting for her to pass out from that alone.