Popp's face is already flushed red from the cold, and it gets another subtle layer of flush under it. He protests indignantly from the ground during the course of the laughing fit, though not in a way that implies he's been cut deep to the dignity, merely bruised, and accepts the hand up with grace.

"...Maybe you should hang onto him. He's totally out of magic power, which means that he's basically a sack of flour that breathes."