Lancelot could tell that he was being made fun of. He allowed a thin smile that held no humour. "Or perhaps the next time you decide to foil such an over-the-top assassination attempt, you should leave less of a mess. Perhaps don't crack a skull against the wall? I heard that three guards lost the contents of their stomachs upon seeing it. I struggled to retain it myself."
"He told me that he had all sorts of secrets locked inside his head," Oliver said, "I thought if I opened it, I'd see if he was right."
Lancelot held his gaze for a little too long. Oliver's smile was just a little bit too strong. It was hard to tell whether he was joking or not. Lancelot shivered. "You have a taste for violence. It would seem that allying ourselves with you was a poor move after all."
"There are worse men than me, Lancelot," Oliver said, "especially for violence."
