[The literal and figurative asspatting is literally making his life right now. Molly's horns thud against Iskander's back as he considers whether or not his legs are basically jelly or if he's more willing to approach this situation if he can suddenly run halfway across Wyver if questioning occurs.]

Much as I love the view... Probably for the best. [Acrobatically, he pushes himself down off Iskander's shoulder and hits the ground, unfairly close. He looks up and pats him on the pectoral.] Thank you for yet another satisfying ride. Let's not do it like that again. Psychological assault really doesn't bring anything to the table.