Gyre snorts, his smirk growing into a broad grin. This is a lot. He can't believe this man is like this. He can't believe he's going to reward him for being like this, but he reaches up suddenly, moving almost automatically to trail his hands up Garrot's arms. He reaches up, grabbing a fistful of his shirt at his shoulder, and up and--

Good gods, he's tall. He pauses there, free hand settled against the side of Garrot's neck, and refuses to go up on the tips of his toes to keep reaching.

"Would you bend down please?" he says, his voice amused but dry as hell.