"If it's a big deal, maybe we could go with you, help you out?" There's a hint of childlike eagerness in his voice eroding away the reserved deference. But then, like someone who just quietly farted in the middle of a packed conference room, Garrot's back to playing composed. "It would give us more time to talk. About why we're here, sir."

But then he does actually stiffen up. The reason they're here is kind of a big deal. Magical boons and slaying defeating monsters and saving the world. It's funny, but he had sort of shoved away the gravity of the situation until now, when he finally met the person responsible for, well, Protecting the world. And Garrot might just want to hang out with him for as long as possible...