Magnus might be surprised to learn (if he ever does) that Lancelot was sincere in this -- he does very much enjoy an audience when fighting is involved, provided that fighting is for sport. He often felt at his best on tourney days; he knew what the crowds, what the Queen, expected, and he knew how to give them that. This resulted in their praise, adulation, and it was almost a side benefit that it helped to justify all of the time and effort and the sheer quantity of his life that had gone toward training.
Even outside of that, it was one of the few places where he could show open devotion to Guinever. If he was the Queen's Champion, wearing her favor while he won a match (of any kind), then it was right to publicly present himself to her, for her, it was right to receive her attentions upon winning. That, too, helped to make all his work worthwhile: her love, her praise, the ability to show everyone why she favored him.
He does miss that. He does miss Guinever. He gets, he thinks, what Magnus is saying, though, so he doesn't argue.
When Magnus starts the food processor, he finally moves closer. "I'm not sure," he says, mildly, "it's supposed to do that."
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Even outside of that, it was one of the few places where he could show open devotion to Guinever. If he was the Queen's Champion, wearing her favor while he won a match (of any kind), then it was right to publicly present himself to her, for her, it was right to receive her attentions upon winning. That, too, helped to make all his work worthwhile: her love, her praise, the ability to show everyone why she favored him.
He does miss that. He does miss Guinever. He gets, he thinks, what Magnus is saying, though, so he doesn't argue.
When Magnus starts the food processor, he finally moves closer. "I'm not sure," he says, mildly, "it's supposed to do that."