Garrot's body relaxes a bit as Gyre starts to reach up, and he can't help but loose a bass-laden chuckle at that simple request. Isn't the first time he's heard that.

"Only because you asked so nicely." Now Garrot's got a big, toothy grin of his own as he bends over an inch, maybe two. Definitely not enough to give Gyre a good grip on him. "But are you sure I shouldn't just..." The Monkey Knight's hand that rested at Gyre's back starts to glide down, closer to the elf's tailbone. "...sweep you off your feet?"

But then he does bend down more, as if his coy remark didn't really matter. Because it doesn't.