He snorted at that, barely catching the beginnings of a raucous laugh which had sounded before now at far less respectful jokes about that name, had rung out clear and true as he slapped Lancelot's back and congratulated him on their most excellent plan coming to fruiti...no, none of that, damnit and stopping it before it could ruin the mood of the moment (he doubted Lexi and Arthur would appreciate the distraction). “Yeah, right. I look like the wilting flower sort, don't I? I slay my own dragons and win my own bloody tournaments, thank you very much. More than Arthur ever did, and all...”