[ He laughs at her latter assertion, freely and easily, as if she's just made a joke. ]

I like the way you think! Never mind the trivial— it's the "how"s that matter, in the end.

[ Straightening up, Lancer moves back to his seat and settles in it again, working on finishing his salad with a vague sense of satisfaction. ]

Looks like my Master is an easy-going one. Good.