[The Ring's prongs waver and chime as it glows. It's basically a silent 'listen to me, this woman is dangerous' warning signal.

His fingers close over it, stilling it. That doesn't matter. If something's happened to her to make her dangerous - all the darkness in the air, perhaps? - then he can still escape her if need be. Even a dragon wasn't perfect.]

Oh, this?

[He lifts his arm, a little stiffly.]

It's nothing. I got cornered in the library, took a couple of hits before I evened the field up a bit.

[Really, he's done worse to himself. It's like Battle City all over again.]

I don't think they like me very much, h-heheheh...