[there's a small, sharp sound of surprise as he's hefted up, slender legs kicking fruitlessly as he's slung over Gilgamesh's shoulder and carted off to a more private area-- not something he's unused to, especially with this man, but he can't help but feel like he should be taking offense to being treated like a sack.

still, this seems to have improved his friend's mood, if only on the surface, so he plays along, knocking his legs against the king's broad chest as he's carried.]

Are you so unburdened here, that you can spare weeks simply explaining a thing? You must be shirking your duties, even worse than I remember.