He's a good man, Lancelot. Looks out for me like an older brother. He's noble, brave, undaunted by dragons (which, if I'm honest, impresses me more than anything else), and when he teases me, it's with none of that nastiness that so often goes hand in hand with poking fun at someone.
Not like certain people I know... not that I'll mention any names, of course. But that certain person could be blonde.
And royal.
And maybe a bit of a twit.
And possibly my employer.
Anyway.
Good bloke, Lancelot. I'm pretty sure I've got a friend for life, there...