[He blinks up at her, having only just taken his seat. But small matter in the face of something that would please her; he's been selfish enough for three lifetimes when it comes to Saber. No more.]
[The only complaint he issues is a grumble for her timing, delivered with fondness that can only come from the intimacy of true understanding. He knew that she would want to go immediately, just as she doubtless knew he would make a half-hearted attempt to find it off-putting. Such is their routine, and he basks in the familiarity as he gestures leftward.] This way. I actually haven't tried it yet, either. [A challenge? Perhaps. He is fairly strong in his own right. (The weight helps.)]