"Help? Help? Aren't you the one who was asking for help, and now you're wandering in here as if you're offering to do a god's dishes!" He sounds exasperated, almost angry, but then a huge smile plasters itself across his face.

"I like you! Come in, sit down, have some tea. If you like, you can help me scrub up afterwards, but I'm hardly going to demand that of a guest."