Another scraping nod, far more enthusiastic, shaking the ground just a little.

BEST
PEST!

The Lord of Shades reluctantly withdraws their hand, nudging his back one final time with the curve of a knuckle. Lemm's correct.

The whole of them shifts oddly as they forget they haven't got legs to stand on. Still this form, not the Knight's form. They could make legs, perhaps, but that wouldn't be of any particular help. It could be amusing, perhaps, to tower standing above some of these buildings. Not now.

Front half drifting from the stone, they look down to Lemm, and back to the hat rack once more.

CARRY?

they offer again.