"Only a little time," he says, trying to gentle his voice and clear his expression. He has a queer buzzing feeling -- all of his distractions and unsettled thoughts seem to be coming together, shaping into something he does not like.

Lancelot sheathes his sword and takes a breath. "Magnus, it's all right. I am not upset with you, and you've done nothing wrong. I am just off today. I would rather have a clear head when we spar. I can't be a good help to you otherwise."