*lightly* Of course I do. It's bad form to wave chocolate-covered strawberries under a lady's nose and then refuse to let her eat them. *pauses* Oh, fuck me, I sound like your Quendë, don't I? Take him up with you tonight, I don't need him infecting me with his manners.
*crouches down and pats the ground, determining that they are standing on a patch of very soft grass indeed* *settles, cross-legged, and waves you down as well*