Thus he threw care out the window. He hadn't been carried in ages, and in such strong arms, yet held with such care...? He felt like he could he held like this forever.

Forgive him as he helped himself to a bit of leg-swinging from his delightful position. Spoiling, he said...?

"As if I haven't been spoiled already with a lovely lunch and a fine escort! But your king is most pleased, and hasn't feasted quite like that in some time! Pity the lovely hostess wouldn't sh-shaaarrewhoa..."

How could a creature of ivory skin get more pale? But the mild dizzy spell that hit and caused his world to spin caused his fingers to curl, a clutch of that lapel, and a momentary rest of his temple against the collarbone.

Anything to aid him in his battle against a surprise fainting spell.