Well played!

I once flew a certain fledgling pilot to MVY, and he looked annoyed when I chatted (very) briefly with his girlfriend, or whatever, about stowing a cat she had in a carrier. I went back to the front, and the captain told me the guy's name, and why he was so important, and I shrugged, because I thought we were the most important people on the flight.

Some time later, he decided he should fly his wife to the Vineyard, and declined another professional's assistance for what turned out to be his last flight.

Didn't need The Help.