( ah. well there's that flush again, visible in his cheeks even under the feathers. his lips move only ever so subtly when morga covers them, but other than that he holds utterly still for as long as she does, eyes a little wide. and... redder still when she takes them away and puts her hands elsewhere. flustered in a different way this time, at least, shaking his head again more quickly. )

What? Oh, no. No no, I can't. Really. I mean I—literally can't, anymore. Look at me, how am I supposed to... no, it's no good. You'd be better off dropping me, really. You did such a fine job of it before.

( honestly he's better off on the ground anyhow. or in it, if he had his way, but alas, here he is persistently one foot out of the grave as usual. will the wonders never cease? )