[ Right. Well. Prim and proper, this one. He's relocated to sit on the edge of his desk during Gwaine's little tirade, and despite still being in his bedclothes with sleep-mussed hair, he looks chiding (and relieved, a bit, grateful, but this, he won't say aloud). ]

A very good morning to you as well, Sir Gwaine, though I regret to inform you that I will not be accepting your resignation at this time. See, you'd actually arrived before I had and managed to get yourself lost to this realm not once but twice. Bad form, my friend, you've got some shaping up to do. Hang onto that sword of yours, you're going to need it.