[Abi manages to turn around (he'd never force the king to speak to his back) with some decorum-- and the sight of the appreciation ball utterly stuns him. He reaches for it with one hand, a bit hesitantly.]

Will I be able to throw it if it's not my own, King... [He looks down, nearly overcome. Here is the King himself, come to help him, and--

The bits of frost that had begun to creep up on him starts to melt, as Abi is himself filled with such gratitude for Hiryuu's manifold kindnesses and indulgences.]

You're going to ruin your fine clothes, here in a place like this.

[...not that he can express it all that well-- though the other appreciation balls seem to be. Reacting.]