[It's true, she knows parts of it well, at least the cool parts, being that Ireland spoke about it nonstop. And she's confident that he'd be able to, considering that he materialised in the middle of her room. Pretty sure with that kind of magic, anything is possible. And she doesn't even draw her eyes away from his, calm but fierce, as he laughs, and she notes, his eyes, slit, beast like. Filled with raw honesty just at that very moment. One could call her crazy, but she actually likes it, she likes how he says it as it is.]

I mean, you can still try. Even in my sleep, as any tactic is viable in war. I would not fault you. But, I rather not be pierced fatally. Bloodstains are hard to clean, and it will still hurt. [That's all she's worried about?!

She gives him a small smile.] Besides, I would still get to see the spear of Cu Chulainn.

Now, if you are reluctant. [And she opens his hand again, and places her palm against his. It's small, but the way she touches his hand isn't just gentle, there is this strange control about it, something about how she commands the movement of her own fingers.] Then are you willing to take a chance on me?