[color=bc8dbf][h3][b][u]Servant - Lancer[/u][/b][/h3][/color]
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It was, rather interesting as his 'citizen' turned on him. Well, at the very least she wasn't boring, or one who turned themselves into sheep who were cattle to even the most boarish of personalities. Was he testing her? Or did he merely just need a drink? After all, he'd been a spirit for so long a good drink couldn't have been missed. And personally, the beer was very nice. Clearly refined, and despite him being used to a more home brewed quality, he had to admit the people of this time knew how to make a beer. Even if it was cold. Oh right, his citizen was distressing over something. 

Those red eyes drifted down to his chest as she poked him. [color=gray]"Second of all, I am most definitely not your 'citizen'. I am your Master, meaning we are partners."[/color] Strange how partners came right after declaring herself master. One could argue it was slavery. Then again... He had many slaves at one point too. So Lancer doubted he could judge her for something like this. In his homeland slavery was just a terrible truth of the world. As it probably was still in various parts of the world. 

[color=gray]"I am Sophia Revynne. You are Servant Lancer. We are the victors of this Holy Grail War, everyone else just doesn't know that yet. Let's work hard to inform them of the fact."[/color]

[color=bc8dbf]"Well then, partner. I shall not call you Master, if that is fine. And you shall not call me servant."[/color] Lancer took a knee, his bright red eyes looking into her own as he descended to her level. As if he was surrendering the high-ground. [color=bc8dbf]"I doubt I could have cooked for you anyway. To be honest, I never learned how to do it myself."[/color] He burned into laughter, as if it was a joke. [color=bc8dbf]"So this efficient food will do for the both of us. But, on a single condition. We order from different places each night. I wish to taste all the possible foods of this era. Is that clear?"[/color] He seemed to let that serious facade fade away. Was this really her servant? Some care free individual who was as comfortable making demands as he was taking them. 

This time, he let her respond. Standing up, and brushing his robes and chest. His cloth bandages sliding just enough for her to peek the skin beneath. Something he caught quickly, and tied them back around him arm. [color=bc8dbf]"Naturally, I can begin working as soon as you wish. We have already established our fort, and no doubt all others will be attempting to do the same. You and I should make sure we hunt while the beasts are still trying to find their footing. Once they have set up their nests, it'll be harder to catch even a piglet. Much less a boar."[/color] 

Adjusting himself, Lancer walked to the door, and opened it as his body began to dematerialize. [color=bc8dbf]"I promise to be back soon. Call an efficient food place, and I will make sure to pick up your order when I return. I want... A s'more. Order me a hundred."[/color]

Then he was gone.