[ A moment to size the enemy Servant up, and Lancer cants his head to the side, then to the other, stretching his neck the way a canine starts loosening its muscles before a sprint. ]

I can think of a few other things to call her.

[ A dry drawl, and an impatient tap of his foot. ]

But, hey— if you're gonna start making eyes, you're gonna have to ask me beforehand.