It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Vex Vex'ahlia, a half-elf ranger . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Vax dashes past Greenbeard towards Kevdak, one of the herd members outside the arena attempting to swipe at the rogue but only catching feathers from the Deathwalker's Ward, and attacks the paralyzed Thunderlord with both daggers in hand. The blades strike true, Vax sinking the weapons up to the hilt into the flesh of the goliath, and the rogue flees the arena, but not before he leaves some parting words for Kevdak.
DM: This will put you in range for their strikes, so you're going to have to stay in place or move past and suffer five attacks of opportunity.
Player: Wait, all of them can attack, but I'm in the air!
DM: But for you to get low enough to hand him that, they all have big double greatswords, and they're-- well, half of them are half-giants. So you can do this. As you swish up, which you've already said you're going to do, you fly up and you reach down.
Player: With the locket and I hit.
DM: With the locket and you hand over to him, do you--
Player: I don't hand it to him.
DM: Okay. So you just hold it there?
Player: I'm putting Grog in the fucking locket.
DM: Oh.
