I think they're impressive, that's all. Can't I be impressed by a little creative falling?

[He puts his own faux-haughty tone into this "defense," but of course he isn't seriously bothered. Performers like that are the most interesting thing he's familiar with, too—there are televisions in this place, but he doesn't know what they are to even seek one out. So: flips.

But even if he were going to feel awkward about walking around like this, that slight limp and a comment about falling down already take priority; now he'll keep an eye on Prior's footing, subtly, without making a big deal of it. He can't help, well, helping. So: time to go.]

It's not only tumblers, in my defense; I like juggling well enough. Throwing knives around is where I have to draw the line.