It's not quite the same entertainment as watching him struggle with the far side of the crate, but convincing the boy otherwise is officially more trouble than it could possibly be worth. Namely: the health of his own fingers and tows. Realistically, he can't imagine dredging that thing up a series of stairs and not having Benedict drop it on him.

"Enjoy whatever you have better to do, serrah," Marcoulf calls after him, all faux cheer.