Inigo, what kind of guy would I be not to carry back the birthday boy to his room?

[ There's just a touch of exaggeration there, a whole lot of a smirk; a tone that only dips more into it with the widening edges of his smile as he adds, with a tilt of his head, a hand thoughtfully under his chin: ]

Maybe I'll even need to carry you anyway, after what we got up to.

[ bow chika wow wow

good dickings ]