And just like that, the possible distraction from whatever might be coming his way was removed. Brushed aside as effortlessly as anything, and a small part of him marveled at the ease with which Vymes plucked himself up from the mire.

He wished he could learn such an art, and as the door whisked shut, secluding himself and T'yeella once more into the confines of his quarters, the blonde couldn't help the myriad of expressions that passed over his features. The last one was of the sort of helpless nature that a person would attribute to a cornered Macalope, and when he spoke next, there was the telltale tone of a man doomed to his inevitable fate.

"Sooo... wanna get some pizza?"