[ He really should have kept his wits about him more. He's far more perceptive and sharper than this to be taken off guard by the spider-monkey of a knight currently hopping onto his shoulders. Ragna's body visibly bristles at the sheer invasion of his privacy, even if his arms instinctively hook around her thighs to keep her steady as he instantly starts barking. ]

What the hell are you doing?! Get off!

[ "Oi, lift me up." ]

Like hell I'm doing that! [ He gets what she's doing, despite the fact he's practically growling beneath her as he rises up to his feet and gives her that boost she's inherently asking for. ] I'm not some goddamn jungle gym, you brat! Get off me! Get me off!

[ ...the opposite of that would have Mordred's crotch in your face but you know- ]