[ That startles a bark of a laugh out of him, somewhat more honest than the very pointed teasing he's been doing. He knew there had to be some genuine attitude somewhere under all that propriety. ]

What, for a game? [ Sure they might be talking about something else entirely, but Molly is ignoring that. ] I'll take my chances if it's all the same. I'll let the ranged fighters keep to their skills and I'll stick to my swords.

[ And then he has to pause as one hand unconsciously drops down to the hilt of a sword that...isn't there. Oh right. ]

...well. If I had them.