He offered a sheepish smile of apology, a mental scolding taking place within his mind. He blinked in slight surprise at the agility she showed, nodding his approval at the suggestion. "Yes, that would work. It would be less stressful, as well," he stated, voice dropping off into a murmur upon reaching the ladder sentence. His gaze drifted, as if in search for a moment, before settling back upon the jester girl.<br/>He felt like apologizing, but swallowed the urge, and simply worked on returning the pouch of currency to his belt.