"Well, it should." David wasn't entirely sure whether or not he was joking, though his tone of voice allowed it to be taken as such. "It was a more appealing prospect when you weren't calling my gallantry 'bullshit', but I'll stand by it."
It wasn't, after all, as though he didn't know at least part of the story behind this. Morlocks - he'd seen the tunnels, seen the woman on each side of the story, it hurt him even though they weren't his Morlocks, and it was impossible to blame Arla for worrying. There would have to have been strong fighters there, strong people. But, there was one significant difference between the situations.
However much he hated what he could do, seven years and countless confrontations had proved that David was good at it. "I make a good knight."