[Rufus takes a step back, steadying himself when Alec practically shoves the bag back into his arms.]

I'm asking for a loan, not a hand-out.

[Said like he's the one who's got the right to be insulted this time. He might have been born into wealth and luxury, but he doesn't like being perceived as someone who's too lazy to put in the effort to achieve his goals. He's not begging for help, he's trying to arrange something mutually beneficial for both parties, he thinks.

He narrows his eyes at the other man.]

So then what good are you? If you're planning on pointing me in the right direction for some work, then do it. Otherwise, stop wasting my time.