Sirius parried with a fancy move that he had learned in his fencing lessons- yes, he had taken fencing lessons as a child, no laughing. It was considered a mark of good society, and terribly boring, as it was considered too vulgar if it was actually violent. "Don't worry, fair maiden, I'll save you from the mocking." He paused, stepping back slightly. "Oh wait. I'm usually the one who does the mocking."
Smirking, he swung his light saber out again. Then snorted. "Good girl. You. Yes. Of course."