He makes a very displeased noise. Because, well, he's going to have to, isn't he.

He's not totally obtuse, he knows exactly what the Knight has been struggling with lately and all of this is not nothing. This offer, even, is far from nothing.

...Anyway. Who else could claim to have done this. It's making history. That's all this is. A perfectly Relic Seeker-ish thing to do, he tells himself, as he inches forwards staring at their palm and - puts a hand on it, feels his way forwards, stooped right down.

He puts a foot on their hand. Nope. Takes it off and straightens up and scratches at his beard self-consciously because right, yes, they are watching him work through this aren't they.

Lemm counts to five and grabs shakily at one of their claws for support and hop-steps up, wobbling despite there being absolutely no reason for it.