That's more like it. More life. He's dragged and he lets himself be dragged, though Tidus walks with enough speed to not be done so literally, their arms loose at the elbows as Inigo leads him. For a moment he wonders if to let go once they enter, the business not cramped but still busy, except-

Inigo gives him no choice, taking him over to his seat, and then doing it himself. And for a moment again, in an utter contradiction, he finds it bizarre that Inigo would. Nevertheless, his brows raise at being treated like a prince-- a point he'll be sure to comment on later.

For now, he waves his hand.

"Get what you want! I'm fine with stew, I want some soup too. Get a whole--troll if you want."

Yeah he took a second to think of an animal(???) there.