All of the above. He's not good at pretending, and frankly trying would make things weird. He is what he is: pragmatic.
As a rule Lemm spares little time for beating around the bush and lacing flowery words into things to make them sound better, so he doesn't try.
He does shift his hand from their tendril to take their paw right away, because that seems a rather important priority. It gets a slight squeeze, fleeting and barely-acknowledged. Lemm shuffles back a bit further, and pushes himself awkwardly to his feet. He doesn't yank them upright, but a slight motion towards himself might beckon them up off the floor.
"There are conversations for the shop floor," he explains, dusting himself down with his free hand, "and there are conversations to be had in private."
Whatever that means.
"Up off my floor, Knight. That's it." He holds out his other hand, just in case. He suspects he may be a little steadier than they are.
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As a rule Lemm spares little time for beating around the bush and lacing flowery words into things to make them sound better, so he doesn't try.
He does shift his hand from their tendril to take their paw right away, because that seems a rather important priority. It gets a slight squeeze, fleeting and barely-acknowledged. Lemm shuffles back a bit further, and pushes himself awkwardly to his feet. He doesn't yank them upright, but a slight motion towards himself might beckon them up off the floor.
"There are conversations for the shop floor," he explains, dusting himself down with his free hand, "and there are conversations to be had in private."
Whatever that means.
"Up off my floor, Knight. That's it." He holds out his other hand, just in case. He suspects he may be a little steadier than they are.