[ Here stands King Dimitri Alexandre Blaidyyd, scourge of kittens. He's just sitting on a seat in the living room as he stares blankly at Sylvain, device held helplessly in his hand before he gives his friend a Look of exasperation. ]

If I knew that, I wouldn't be sitting here stuck with them playing on me.

[ He moves when Sylvain plucks them off though, finally stretching his shoulders and standing. ]

I just hadn't wanted them to fall and hurt themselves, is all.

[ Or get crushed by his attempt to hold them. He does give Sylvain an awkward, sheepish look though. ]

Thank you. Now we need to get them somewhere safe before Professor returns...