It isn't until Luka's proclamations hit that it truly dawned on Garrot that he was in the presence of the actual Protector, in the flesh. He isn't dreaming. And he just bulldozed his way into the room with such frazzled disgrace that he made the Protector break the handle off his teacup. Fuckin smooth, man. At least his eyes went back to normal. But he processes everything coming his way, the fact that the Protector doesn't need medical attention was corroborated by what his own eyes didn't tell him. He doesn't need to freak out or worry, so...

"Glad to hear it, sir. I'm sorry, I'm... I'm a huge fan." Garrot straightens his posture and stands nearly at attention- maybe embodying his almost-militaristic Koskenkorvan upbringing will make the scene less atrocious? It won't hide his embarrassed blushing, though. "Thank you for everything you do for us. Now that you've sent her crawling back to the shadows, maybe I can return the favor when she rears her ugly head again after Twelve."

Yep, he sure did miss the implication there.