[ He laughs when he realizes Thassarian is actually serious about it. Well, sure, why not. It's the least dignified thing he's done in a while, but he's probably overdue. So he crooks an arm around his neck, not quite swinging up (not really known for their acrobatics, priests), but ready to be easily picked up. ]
Why, thank you. That's kind, to carry a feeble, drunken old man home.
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Why, thank you. That's kind, to carry a feeble, drunken old man home.