"Think about flirting?" Magnus demands. He's not as distracted as he sounds, and he shifts, knocking Lancelot's sword aside with the flat of his blade and trying to bring his own up under Lancelot's arm. "You? Flirting? With Laerdad?" He gags theatrically, twisting his blade and surging forward. "--Oh, by the way, I told him about your secret juggling-fu. You're welcome."