[ A careful swallow of egg, and Lancer pauses for a moment before getting up out of his chair, taking deliberate and steadfast steps towards the opposite side of the table, where Lien is sitting.

There's a careful moment where he sizes her up— warrior instinct at play— but his expression remains relaxed, casual. ]

If you know about the bond, you know what my obligations are. It's a pain for everyone involved, but it is what it is.

[ But, for honor's sake, he bows his head and lets his long, blue hair brush against his shoulders; a formality to get things started. ]

By my lance, it's my job to bring you victory. [ Look under that bowed head, and Lien might see a little devil of a smile. ]