Seth looks up. If it had been anyone else, it definitely would've sounded ominous. But there's something about the familiar badly-hidden awkwardness at saying the wrong thing. Seth licks his lips a bit, considering.

"What makes you think I want your help?" he answers coldly, then suddenly gets to his feet, squaring his shoulders, clenching and unclenching his fists. Rather than come at Daniel though, he starts pacing the length of the room.

"I've had enough promises about 'beneficial' changes, ta very much," he continues loudly, not looking at Daniel. "And you can take your regret and shove it."