[ Alec rolls his eyes. He takes hold of the rope and starts to awkwardly, clumsily haul himself up, dripping blood and doing it basically as badly as anyone has ever done it.

He's trying to be faster. It's not helping. ]

When we both die because you wanted to be macho, I'm giving you so much shit.

And it's not a fetish. If it was, I'd be enjoying this, wouldn't I?