He laughs when she pushes at his face, wagging his eyebrows and giving her a wink. "Resistance is futile. And don't think straight dudes are off the table, I'd be willing to bet I could get Chuck and Sawyer to do what I want by pulling this face at least once. 'Specially when I'm on crutches." He might try that, actually, he's pretty sure it would work. Chuck already does a lot of what Newt asks, though it's possible that's more due to Newt's incessant harassment. Still, he makes a mental note to make a solid attempt on both of them. "Shouldn't have admitted that about yourself, though, you're just asking for me to do it all the time now."

He nods in agreement because yeah, that's totally true, he wouldn't. Nothing that involves helping him during times like this, at least, because he's perfectly capable of doing it himself. Or at least, he feels the need to prove it to himself that he can--not even to anyone else, but he hasn't really had the luxury of relying anyone since he left home in his teens so it doesn't seem like a good time to start when he's well into his thirties. "You're right. Twice. Total saint." He grins at her expression, shaking his head. "Except that expression isn't fooling anyone."