"Of course it's true." There was no suppose about it. It was one of the worthier truths of life, and he detested the sentiment that one should settle for what was easy, what was ready to hand. There was a laziness to it that offended him on principle.
He usually detested having anyone help him with something, partly because others rarely met his expectations and partly because he simply despised feeling like there was something he could not do. He tolerated it now only because it had become physically painful to bend his arm back and tie his hair like this, and because he was able to tell himself that he could do it, he just chose not to and avoid the discomfort.
"Good," he said, "because I'll need your assistance with it again until I can get that clasp fixed. "I could do it," he added quickly, "it just hurts my arm and I prefer not to."