"Clearly." He flicks a gaze up from the man's boots. "Hence all the giggling."

Still: most people don't lounge all over trees unless they need to, this far from an audience. It would lose him some time to drag the man back to the village, but it would lose him more to carry some kind of guilt around and double back later. Moving the hand off the ax, he held it palm-up, then placed it outward, between them.

"Let's get you back, you can deal with it from a bed."