He looks around grimly as though comparing Margate to home and finding it wanting. "Agreed."
To this assurance he avoids Rodolphus' eyes for a second and leaves the matter at that. To the question he taps the hilt of his sword. "This and the bow and spear. Though I fear I am found wanting at mounted combat. Yours?"
I have arranged matters so she has no choice but to listen to me. I read her general-ed textbooks for her. And eyeballs?