"Getting knocked around," Krem snorts at the look on Sam's face, though he figures he can surprise Sam later, coming up and saying his name. Possibly loudly. Just to see him jump.

As he stretches Sam's leg back out, Krem glances up, a brow arching up at the mage watching him as if expecting him to continue picking on him. Not really an unwarranted suspicion, but still.

"Don't walk on it 'til you're sure. Rather not have your knee unhinge on you while you're walking.