[Speaking of d'Artagnan's wife -- Constance is standing around in the park, frowning down at a piece of paper, chewing on her lower lip, deep in thought... until she looks up and spots Arthur.]
-- ah, maybe...
[Well. Worth a try! She marches up to him, head tilted slightly back, a small smile playing on her lips.] Arthur, I challenge you to a duel.
[Yeah, that's what the card tells her to do... and she figures at least this will get her a nice exercise out of this, as she means a non-serious duel. She doesn't really train with Arthur because of Porthos, but maybe she'll learn something, like this! Arthur is a great swordsman, after all.]