The black-haired man in a wheelchair leaned to his side, away from Lady DeVespe who's nearly invaded his personal space, much to his discomfort. After she spoke her words, there was a pause, and this man gradually leaned back straight amd uttered, "[color=fdc68a]... Sure.[/color]"

	An awkward silence hung in the air, with him not finding any other topic to talk about, nor not wanting to inquire about that situation any further. He spoke to break it suddenly, "[color=fdc68a]I can walk, you know.[/color]"

	"[color=fdc68a]It's just hard to balance.[/color]"

	Moments further pass, and he could sense it, ever so slightly. Actually there was barely effort to this, given how loud he's being -- "[color=fdc68a]That noble who fell on his face is making another fuss again...[/color]"