Magnus is in an extremely awkward position: he's not, like, friends with Lancelot or whatever. He barely tolerates the guy^*, in fact. He's certainly not inclined to let things slide. He's judge, jury, and -- well, he's not really thief here, but Magnus has always been the kind of guy to give assholes what they deserve: a pickpocketing, a comeuppance, a snarky retort. All this to say that he's not inclined to go easy on the guy. While Lancelot may have redeemed himself somewhat, in Magnus's eyes, by like, saving him and indulging him and teaching him or whatever... you know, little things like that? He's still, like, a douchecanoe. Probably. Magnus definitely doesn't like the guy^**.

But also the stuff Lancelot is saying reeks of prophecy and fate. And Magnus hates prophecy and fate so much more than he hates Lancelot^***. He turns back to face him, crossing his arms. "Are you going to start treating them that way now?"


*Citation needed.
**Citation needed.
***This is true, actually!