[ Her heart weeps at the missed opportunities, even as the comparison and its resulting mental image makes her grin. ]

Never said you didn't have taste.

[ However, she has no intention of being a pain about the whole thing. It's just too good a target to ignore completely. ]

Maybe I could trick 'em into thinking a lance is just a walking stick. A really big one. [ A beat. ] Have to leave off the blades.