[ How is he supposed to take this seriously when his enemy is flirting with his Master!!! It's a good thing he's so dedicated, though, because aside from a raised brow and a sigh— yes, a sigh from Diarmuid himself— he doesn't comment, just takes a moment to look vaguely disapproving. He's not sure if the compliment is supposed to be patronizing or not... he should reasonably be offended if his Master is being spoken down to, but she answered the enemy Servant for herself, so it's not his place to make her arguments for her. ]
...If you're done.
[ He takes a deep breath, easing himself back into concentration (this guy makes it so hard). His eyes close for a precious moment— which may be foolish if his senses weren't so honed— and when they open, he's already moved, spanning yards in a second with one kick to drive his lance forward. ]
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...If you're done.
[ He takes a deep breath, easing himself back into concentration (this guy makes it so hard). His eyes close for a precious moment— which may be foolish if his senses weren't so honed— and when they open, he's already moved, spanning yards in a second with one kick to drive his lance forward. ]