He can't help but draw himself up, armor bristling out in response to this effrontery. "I look much, much better than a 'whatever', that I can assure you." He sounds very serious as he says it-- but it's not enough to stop him from kneeling and taking her waving hand, hauling her up with moderately effortful grace onto the seat of the chair.

"That was very impressive...until the end there, that is~."

He steps back to the linen heap laying on the seat of the chair, which from up here is obviously a napkin from the table above, tied up in a bundle. Casually, he toes at it, flipping the flap open with his toe.

It's full of food.

"Can I interest you, or are you determined to make it all the way to the top?"