He's amused by that, too. It's a stunted little half-bow they get back, done for the novelty and lacking in any real formality.

Lemm watches them pick up the hat rack with... no real surprise, he supposes. He could have specifically told them not to, but he went with a fiddly little never mind instead, so that's on him.

Their hand is examined, and it takes a moment for understanding to sink in.

Oh, but that's different. Only he knows they're... active, is maybe the easiest way of putting it. He's seen the way the Shadelord moves, all that flowing Void and such. Has seen the Knight blast across the square with the Crystal Heart and trot about like there's a fire lit under their backside.

Lemm shifts in place, debating.

"Now... Now you know I don't ride well," he stutters, meaning the Stag. It's not much of a decision either way.