I wouldn't call myself worn out, really. [Gepard laughs in turn, taking every expression and feeling in stride.] My legs are the only problem, and I presume it's just because it's a remarkably different exercise from what I'm used to.

[As to just existing when he's so messy... that's a little more personal. Maybe his time on the battlefield has something to do with it, but as slick turns to sticky and eventually dries out... the idea is unpleasant.

The redhead mentions carrying him, and Gepard makes a soft, certainly embarrassed noise. He's got a point, of course - the last thing he'd like to do is make Do heal him more too... but of course, it's easier to push past knowing that no one should see them.

Maybe his reputation does matter a little.]

If... if you're sure, I have no reason to refuse. I doubt I would fall, but I'm... rather loath to be farther from you than I must. [which likely answers the unasked question of bathing... Gepard shifts to make it easier to maneuver, hands already a little antsy to be around Dohalim again.] I'll... try not to make you more messy while we walk.

[never mind that there's still spend both all over his chest and slowly oozing out of him.]