Actually, compliments work even better. Ales tries out different poses: holding his arms in the air like a vampire on the cover of those cheap novels, swinging the tails of his jacket, covering his eyes with his hat. The last one feels most familiar to him. It's calming.

"Well, I do agree that it's quite difficult to look imposing at your angle." He chuckles at his comment before heading over to the crates. "How high do you need me to go?"