[ Ai's smile and acknowledgment is enough for him; any residual dubiousness about his enemy dissipates (whoever this is, he's honorable, yes; but with a slight teasing that he can't quite rest easily on), and his twin lances position themselves in the thin fog of the temple, cutting through it in gold-and-red lines of light. ]

Those blades... would it be safe to assume that my opponent is Saber?

[ He settles into something more familiar, like a hunting dog that's found a scent; eager to fight, but controlled. ]

As one Knight Class to the other; don't let my Master's loveliness distract you.

[ listen man he can do this teasing thing too!!!! ]