"Of course." His words are short, soft-spoken, but palpably appreciative. If anything, and certainly— he wouldn't forget how this was treated and by who. Falco wishes to rest now, and that is what he'll do: resting the side of his head against the top of his knees and using his arms as a cushion.

He offers a smile to Duty, one of reassurance and albeit weak compared to a sunshiny grin, it's present. With the fabric bunched up in his hand, he allows his eyes to close, and from there, simply rests.