[Hopefully Vandal won't learn the hard way that not all mechs are as gentle as the ones she knows.]

Well then...

[He grins. It's not like he's done this before, but that's part of the appeal. After a moment of considering the best approach, Wing stands briefly to return his Great Sword to its place. Then he descends to one knee beside her, tucking his bent arm against his chassis, and while he's at it, making a note to pin his audials back in case Vandal decides to climb that far. She's got her choice now, a relatively relaxed ride against his chassis or a more open one with a better view on his shoulder.]

[What's that saying?] Your carriage awaits...?