Oh, of course. [polite, solicitous, standing immediately and carefully pushing his chair back in, because it's all about manners for koby, always. he maintains that earnest sweetness as he steps closer, "hmm"ing softly at the buttons like they're a particularly tricky puzzle he needs to solve.]

Let's see, I think...to best assist... [it's soft, mostly to himself, arms crossing and chin propped in one hand before giving a decided sort of nod and -- sliding into harry's lap, in one smooth, practiced motion, straddling his legs, expression remaining as innocent and guileless as ever. a pleased nod, and koby starts carefully undoing the buttons, knees on either side of goodsir's hips, shifting and squirming a bit to get comfortable.]

There. This is so much more efficient, don't you think? [the innocence slips a little, and koby's expression goes smug, both eyebrows quirked as he slowly undoes each button.]