They've wandered a circle around it, peering into where the Maggot had stuck his head out. They'd glanced in before every time they passed, but they'd been too preoccupied to do much more. Their horns and mask were too inflexible for them to properly wriggle inside anyway.

At least back then.

Lemm will see their head bob, half-hidden behind the armor's horns. The Knight sets their paws on each side, thinking. They could melt a little and get in now.

...They'd be more enthused if in a better overall mood. Their claws tap lightly over the metal.