[He's eighty years too old to fall for that, even if he wasn't blessed with his abilities as a Chevalier. His head turn didn't mean a lowering of his defenses, and she won't get the chance for that cut. His sword lashes out as he dodges her kick, movements too fast for even a motion trail, and this time he presses the offense as well, blade flicking out toward her dominant leg. He doesn't intend to cut her unless she continues to press, only for the threat to keep her still, but if necessary he has just the spot in mind -- a tendon that should hobble her.]
[After he has her stopped, one way or another, he addresses his Queen with a conversational tone] What is your wish, Diva? [Anri is Divas prey, not his, so it is her choice what he should do. he's not usually one to defer, but this girl is attacking without provocation at this point, so he's not about to show her any mercy.]