[THERE IS NO FLAILING THERE. Look at this awesome recovery he does -- kinda stumbles forward a little and covers it up by pretending to stab at a fish that isn't there, only to realize that coming up without a fish is kinda lame, welp.]
[Clears his throat a little, sheathing his sword and turning towards Lance, LOOK AT HOW TOTALLY CASUAL AND NOT BLUSHING HE IS]
There's nothing to forgive - you're fine. Hello, Lancelot. [... erm.] How are you?