"So, Lapdog, let's see what you got." The more experienced knight smirked. It wasn't one of arrogance, sure the kid was ten years younger, but youth meant speed. Speed he had to be wary of. Even if the magic core in his chest more then negated it. It was the smile of someone with a plan. "There is a difference between brown-nosing and respect, the difference is whether it's warranted. The Princess was born into her position of power, if she wants my respect, she can earn it. That goes for you too. I won't respect you, just because you used to snuggle with her when you were kids."