[ He hisses in a breath of irritation that would almost have him missing that ding against the armor, but luckily, his hearing is sharp. The message carries clearly enough, but it does take him a few moments to explain as he gets to his feet. The whole while, he's definitely grumbling sourly and saying some words that are definitely not suitable to a Victorian. Woah! ]

Don't pick me up like that. I don't even know where you are like this, so it's even worse.

[ Will she listen? He doubts it. But he clicks his tongue in sharp irritation, and he even gives his blade a few tense swings just to get rid of some of the tension in his frame and to channel his quite literal butthurt elsewhere. ]

How did you even get down— [ He grumbles sourly and then shakes his head. ] No, don't waste your time answering that. I don't care. You absolutely cannot say a word about this.

[ Break seems to be quite serious, at least, despite his rude way of explaining it. ]