Samuel could barely register that there was someone talking to him, what with the concussion he was sure he had. Wriggling himself free from Zamir's hold, and the 'arch', the duke rolled over on his side to face the ceiling. He wasn't sure he wanted to get up for a while. "Unfortunately, no." Samuel replied to the woman with long, black hair. He raised a hand to his aching face. No doubt it was red, both from the fall and his embarrassment at what had just happened. His neck was sore too. "Ow." Was it a good thing to say he was used to such rough housing? With both his friends, he had gotten into many a painful situation. Even more so when they were younger. Such chances were fewer now since they each had their duties to attend to. That and he had been avoiding Jasper.

But he supposed he owed Jasper now. The man did just prevent him from getting flung like a brick. Would he tell him thanks outright? Definitely not! However, he would probably show his gratitude in a more passive way. Samuel decided he would attempt to ignore whatever snarky remark Jasper might dish out for the rest of the day. 'Attempt' was the key word here.
Samuel then looked over at the other two to discern their location. With the hand closest to that grape-head, the duke made to smack the guy in the middle of his face, assuming he was still there.