Ah. Lorenz' cheeks burn with embarrassment, though it's hard to tell that it's anything more than the flush of exertion, especially in the cool light of the moon. The tall man strolls over, stretches and isn't that a lovely sight, and Lorenz rather wishes the ground would swallow him whole.

"Y-yes, of course." Quickly, doing his best to at least stop breathing so very hard. "I merely need to catch my breath."

Which would be far more convincing if the struggle to swallow down his own labored breathing and speak at the same time didn't send him straight into a coughing fit. A kerchief swiftly tugged from his kimono and already lifting his other hand to wave away any concern. No, no. He's fine. Really.