Part of Draco wanted to not ask for help - he was more than capable of taking care of himself on his own, anyway - but the slightly more rational part of him decided that if Alex wasn't going to kill him now, he may as well ask at least one little favour.

"Pass me that rock," he stated, nodding his head towards a little one with a sharp enough point that it could be drilled through the coconut's husk. Or someone's head, given enough trying. But Draco didn't really plan on that.