Carpet points to himself, then twists into a rather odd shape--top end puffed out, with his upper corners curling forward and down to press his tassels against his sides. If Ienzo took a moment to parse it, he might realize it looks an awful lot like someone putting their hands on their hips. You could almost assume he's actually offended by the request--

Until he presses a tassel against his front, extends the other with a flourish, and sweeps into a much more obvious bow. It's a display of sheer pride, rather than upset--just who does Ienzo think he's talking to? Of course he can help him with that, that's child's play for something like him! They can be up there before any potential competitors can even climb the stairs.

Carpet flutters obligingly down to Ienzo's feet, hovering just an inch or two off the ground to ensure he doesn't get pinned down by the crowd walking over him. Get in, loser, we're going film critiquing!