"Nuh-uh!" Nobunaga's eyes open. "He never thinks that. He's always egging me on to make it wors-- OI NO!!! PUT ME DOWN! BAD DOG! BAD DOG! GRRRR I'LL BITE YOU!" A slight flail, but not too much because while not resigning himself to fate, he is fully aware that fighting it too much could result in worse than simply being carried. And he might not trust Valdis, but he knows she's one of his generals, so whatever will happen will only bruise his ego, unless she throws him over the side of the deck, and then Friday will have to collect him. Oh well.