Krem had half expected a struggle, and having experienced the Iron Bull's horns, he's at least a little wary of JW's, and treats them with as much respect as anyone would something that could poke your eye out. What he wasn't expecting as he continued up the hill though, was JW's finger pressing against his ass as he walked. He almost jumped, and he's glad that the man is facing south of him due to the fact that his face was tomato red. Funny how even in such an embarrassing situation, JW could still find the upper hand somewhere.

"Nothing but hours of squats and lunges," He returns as proudly as he can while he's trying to ignore the fact that his face was burning from his cheeks up to his ears. He swallows, knowing that once he gets to the door he'll have to put the other man down. Just a little bit to go.

"You're not protesting as much as I thought you would." In fact JW seems to be enjoying this.