Huh? No, if walking me back is on the table, then I totally 'wish' it!

[He shoots her another charming smile as he gets to his feet and starts trying to figure out how to carry everything he'd shed.]

I hate to ask this. But would you mind carrying my gloves? [He shoves his gloves into his metal gauntlets and holds them out hopefully before folding his coat over one arm while carrying his breastplate and pauldrons in the other.]